I think of everybody here by their board names. But then, I've only met a couple of you that don't go by your real names, and have met none of you more than thrice.
It is 11 p.m. and I have not started writing the quiz I'm giving tomorrow. However, that is because I made dinner for the New Girl and then we had lots of delicious smoochies, so that's okay.
I should not be allowed to be an adult.
I have been saying for years now that when the grownups get home, they're gonna be
pissed.
I had no idea Sean was other than Sean. Or do you mean that the K is silent?
Both the K and the Q are silent.
I have been saying for years now that when the grownups get home, they're gonna be pissed.
The grownups are home. They're pissed.
I should be sleeping. I've been exhausted all day, and tomorrow I've got to teach the limit definition of derivatives to two classes. (I hate teaching this. It's important to know, but a pain to actually do more than two problems, and everybody in class knows that there's a simpler way to get to the answer. At least we've got new textbooks this year that present it in a consistent way.) Just can't get to sleep, though.
I've tried to use pseuds, but I just can't do it.
I am completely slammed with work, so all I've been doing is reading bits of the board while things were uploading. We're moving a huge site to a new host, and I came close to asking for website~ma.
I'm glad it seems to be a fairly peaceful coup. Fay's post reminded me of a letter we got from my older half-sister, when she was in Iran during the revolution. She wrote, "Everything's fine. I'm dyeing my hair and pretending I'm French."
I hope the grown-ups don't show up here. My house is a giant pile of dirty dishes and mail.
I'm going to take me and my pounding head to bed now with the hopes that tomorrow will be better. Night Bitches!
Yay for Fay being safe! We were concerned about you.
Glad to hear you're doing alright, Fay.