I've set a date for my specialty exam. June 7, at 2 PM.
::writes "PARTY" on calendar for June 8th::
'Objects In Space'
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I've set a date for my specialty exam. June 7, at 2 PM.
::writes "PARTY" on calendar for June 8th::
What are you talking about Sparky? The evening of June 7th, baybee!
And Cass, don't poke too hard, you'll bruise your fingertip. And fall over.The Futon of Supreme Comfort is fixed! And my bed is re-put together, now with Actual Stability. So pretty much? No mocking or I'll make you sleep on the floor.
Chez Cass is on its way to being ready for actual visitors. t does happy dance
t joins Cass in happy dance
dance , dance , dance
it will help Hil pass too.
What are you talking about Sparky? The evening of June 7th, baybee!
::writes "PARTY!" on calendar for June 7, adds "CONTINUTED" to June 8::
Silly me.
::writes "PARTY!" on calendar for June 7, adds "CONTINUTED" to June 8::
Totally.
so my neighbor just came over - the one that cuts and dyes my hair - she just passed her test for her comotology license -- she was bouncing around and jumping up and down. This was her second tiem takeing the practical exam ( she passed the written with high marks the first time) - 5 out of the 7 students in the room , failed.
You know what I hate about the lead-in to the monthly Communist Invasion? It's the bouts of raging paranoia that come with it. It's like "going to the garden to eat worms" PLUS. I know it's all chemical, but I still feel like an awful person, like people are talking about me behind my back, that when people say nice things, they're only being polite, etc. I know it's completely irrational (well, mostly completely), but that still doesn't help all that much. I need to be careful not to talk to people one-on-one at times like this, or I'll start whining things like "do you still love me?" or "do you hate me?" and no one likes that kind of thing.
(off to take some Premsyn)
but I still feel like an awful person, like people are talking about me behind my back,
Well, they are, but it's mostly "I wish my hair was as shiny as Anne's!"
that when people say nice things, they're only being polite
Polite but jealous.