Blargh. That's too bad. Hope you get rest, and your destination puts you at ease and away from triggers.

What did I come in here for?

Oh, right, pants. I came in to see if their "super denim jeans" were available in women's, but they're not even available in men's online. So I guess I'll have to wait till tomorrow to call them and ask about it. I think the men's smallest sizing is 2" too big for me. Too bad, 'cause they're guaranteed not to rip or tear for 5 years. That would rock. Anyway, if I can't get the jeans in my size, I suppose I'll go with the aforementioned pants.

Hmph. Where is my instant gratification, internets?

Yikes, bon. Yikes, ita, too. Ugh.

I think my dopiest college class was some kind of math class for people who hated math. It was pretty sad. The Astronomy class I took was popular with the jocks, and it wasn't hard, but the prof this insane Irish genius. I'm told he opened his published papers with an invocation to the muses. He was wonderful. I think he taught that class as a lark because he also taught, y'know, actual physics-for-physicists. Actually..

Yay, I still have the final exam. We had to pick 4 of the options to do, but there's "name 30 stars and describe essential features of at least 5" and another fairly factual one about galactic features. And then there's one where you write an essay about whether evidence of alien life would cause a governmental collapse, and one asking why isn't astronomy seen as more important. And everyone had to answer the last question because he spent a whole class on that story.

I also wrote a paper for that class about how Merlin was probably an alien, and the "grail" was a transmitter he'd lost or something.

Yikes bon. I guess the upside is that at least the ceiling didn't collapse on your head.

Jesse what you loved about PD almost made me turn the TV. I was like, "They better not turn this into a goddamn musical!

This helpfulness is pretty much why I let the crack in my ceiling develop this far.

The parents had one form in the ceiling above the kitchen table (we could never find where the leak came from after checking the roof in and out) but oddly enough the water stain and crack combo was a damn near perfect picture of Illinois (home territory btw).

ita, feel better

Yikes, bon. I'm glad no one was home to be hurt.

Does anyone feel like reviewing my resume for me?

Does anyone feel like reviewing my resume for me?

Sure if you want hit me (email on the profile)

Thanks! Insent.

Hit me! Um, no, don't hit me. Or have Oz hit me.

But you can send your resume this way.

Sent a few word bits back. Not much but it's my 2 collective cents