I'm here...not much to say. But I'm saying it.
I'm *not* here and I'm saying it!
(No, really, I'm writing an exam for my students! For the class I'm the lecturer. Writing an exam on my own, without anybody to override me and supervise and tell me what I did wrong. And that's not stressing me at all, nope, no sir).
I'm here. I shouldn't be, I should be studying or grading, but I'm sick, so I'm here.
I should be working.
Why would you want to do a thing like that? Aren't you moving to North Carolina next week anyway?
Dana, what does your husband do? You're a tech writer, am I right?
Why would you want to do a thing like that? Aren't you moving to North Carolina next week anyway?
No. I am visiting North Carolina in two days, and shrift about a week after that, so I should be working to make up for the time I will be in other cities, dying of frostbite.
Dana, what does your husband do? You're a tech writer, am I right?
I am a tech writer. He's in logistics, which is one of those boring MBA-type things where people coordinate getting large amounts of things from one place to another.
Very well COMM quiz followed by Buffista Jeopardy.
Who said this?
"Word of warning, tho' - teaching a toddler to say Cthulhu is harder than you might think. "