So, nobody wants to plot my graphs instead of their to-do list? Will I have to continue doing it on my own, no help in the world, no matter what?

Fine. But I'm going to plot them in pretty colors, all purples and pinks and nice shades of crimson, so it's your loss. And then I'm going to Rorschach them (and check the spelling of "Rorschach") and you wouldn't know what I'm talking about. So there.

I wish I had plotting to do! But no, I must plod through various accounts of Indian history, feeling woefully undersourced.

Er, or go attack the algebra or medieval calculus again. Honestly, Indian history sounds better. But if anyone has any insight into Fermat's method of measuring the area under a hyperbola as it applies to measuring the area under a parabola, let me know.

Huh. I've hennaed my feet by accident.

Emily! I didn't get to post with you since you announced it, but congratulations on your teacher's license!

I've hennaed my feet by accident.

In Jewish weddings of may of the Sepharadi communities, there's a pre-wedding ceremony in which the hands of the guests (including the bride and groom) are being colored by henna. Maybe you can claim a similar old-time ceremony, only with feet? Maybe you can even try to tie it up to your history (of math, right?) homework?

I would be happy to plot your graphs, Nilly! Especially if I can make them pretty. Somehow, though, I think you'd be less satisfied with my results than I would be if you did my laundry.

In getting-stuff-done news, I just thought a deadline was a week earlier than it actually is, so I rushed to do Step One, which is a good thing, even with the real due date.

I could do it, Nilly, but I sometimes can't count. But it would not upset me very much because I wouldn't know what I'm doing so I'd have fun with it. Your class? NSM.

Somehow, though, I think you'd be less satisfied with my results than I would be if you did my laundry.

Well, maybe. But it's only because I'm wonderful at folding laundry. It's about meMeME, not your graph-plotting abilities. Um, that's what you meant, right?

erika! Oof. I had something to tell you. I remember saying to myself "self, you have to remember to write this to erika when you get to post with her", but now I can't remember what it was. Sigh. Is this a sign I should better fold laundry instead of trying to do things that demand some thought?

[Edit: and as a testimony of my laundry-folding abilities and my total and full humility, the post # involves the perfect number 6, with 6=1+2+3=1*2*3]

It's only the soles of my feet, which nobody sees, and a sort of random dot pattern. So it's sort of surreptitious modernist hennaing.

So I'm covered in henna, and yet I still don't want to do my homework! Shocking, isn't it?

Well, maybe. But it's only because I'm wonderful at folding laundry. It's about meMeME, not your graph-plotting abilities. Um, that's what you meant, right?

Uh, sure. I'm sure my graphs would be right up to your standards.

You day sounds more fun than mine, Nilly.

I'm watching figure skating right now. Then I need to shower, grocery shop and do my get-ready-for-the-week stuff.

Fine. But I'm going to plot them in pretty colors, all purples and pinks and nice shades of crimson, so it's your loss. And then I'm going to Rorschach them (and check the spelling of "Rorschach") and you wouldn't know what I'm talking about. So there.

If the end product can look like Rorschach blots, then hey, I could handle those graphs, easy. But I suspect that's not what you mean.

you wouldn't know what I'm talking about.

Well, you got that right.