Um...I said I'd pick a couple of my favorites. I'm not sending all six milk crates.
That's fine!
Giles ,'Selfless'
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Um...I said I'd pick a couple of my favorites. I'm not sending all six milk crates.
That's fine!
Again, you say this, but it isn't really true. I've gotten so used to the keyboard on my powerbook (and, before that, my iBook) that my hands feel lost on a full-sized keyboard. Whatsmore, the laptop keyboard gives me FEWER RSI issues - i can program on a laptop all day with no major pain, whereas the sides of my hands are hurting like a bitch right now.
Whereas with exercise and six asperin a day and injections of cortisone twice a year I can manage to type fairly long on a normal keyboard - but will be in agony after twenty minutes on a laptop. Note though it has to be a normal keyboard on the small end. So called ergonomic keyboards, even large regular keyboards kill me too. You know the ultimately cheap Dell keyboard you get if buy a dell and don't specify what keyboard you want? The perfect keyboard for me.
My uncle was all, "So did you talk to him, and did you just not bother?" Oh! I didn't realize those were my two options. I told him I talked to him. He asked what he said, and I said I agreed with him, that he had every right to charge me...no, no, this wasn't about rights, my uncle said. He knew he had the right. Did I tell him that I would be paying double rent? That's what I needed to do.
"I don't like lying," I said.
He shrugged, all, "Okay, if that's what you want to do." He then suggested I do the 27th instead or some weeknight; he could get me moved in in no time flat with his magic Suburban. I told him the 26th was fine.
Your uncle sounds like my ex-husband, P-C. Always looking for a way to work a deal, even if he had to lie to do it. One of the reasons he's my ex, I couldn't keep agreeing to keep my mouth shut every time I heard him lie to a salesman, a buyer, a landlord, anyone. At least you were able to tell him how you felt and he sounds like he accepted it and didn't give you grief about it.
Emily's making me dinner.
We like Emily.
My dad is Polter's uncle? How "incestuous" Hec, I could send a bit of fanfic or something...take up room on her hard drive instead. (no House, promise)
In mememe news, wheeeeeeeee! I now own this and can pretend to be a student at Durmstrang.
Ok, I want everyone to go back to Fay's eBay listing and make note of the city the backpack is located is in.
That is all.
Aaaand....it seems I am working on an ear infection. My temp has gone up to 99.6 and the throat nastiness persists, but now with added! ear pressure. I put some warm olive oil in earlier this afternoon (before my FIVE HOUR nap) and will put some more in before going to bed.
This just sucks.
::shakes fist at Universe::
... runs naked thru the thread trailing glitter
Good response from your landlord, P-C. The apology was worth sending, and Teppy's editing was great.
Nice bag, Fay (and portentous city it's being sent from, heh!). Did you email the seller and ask, Please sir or madam, would you be so kind as to post the dimensions in (Fays' preference of cms or inches)? And also, the photos don't show very clearly and it's not included in the description whether the bag has a single shoulder strap or two, and is to be worn as a backpack. Thank you so much, and in future it would be appreciated if every freakin' seller would remember that potential buyers are not mindreaders, and that elementary information like dimensions, and type of material can be useful towards deciding whether or not one wants to own the stuff you're selling.
Sorry. Hot button.
JZ dear, would you mind if I took a look at your drawings?
Brief StE update: His fever's down, they've found the position he's most comfortable in, his ICP is down from 40 this morning when they were trying to switch his nasal breathing tube to one in his mouth, to 4 this evening when he was comfortable and nobody was "messing with him." There's little to no change in consciousness level, which is not unexpected. There's no way to gauge whatever damage he's sustained, we'll just have to wait.
I hate waiting.