My plan for today involved working through this *terrific* headache I've got for no apparent reason.
'Out Of Gas'
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Mine includes explaining the different kinds of steel, learning about crystalline structures, and figuring out how to cut open the stomach.
JZ, sounds like a good plan for the day. Good luck!
So...it's been an interesting morning around here. Apparently, the electricity went off at some point during the night, so I blissfully slept until 10:18 a.m., when I rolled over, saw how light it was, and checked the time--blinking 8:41 a.m. SHIT! Run to cell phone to see what actual time it is. Shit! 10:18 a.m. Exam started 18 minutes ago! PANIC! Start calling people in the WoSt department to see what I should do. No one is answering their phones (my prof is out dealing with a family emergency). Decide to take a deep breath and walk Toto on a quick walk. Run into a very nice group of Jehovah's Witnesses. Tell them all about my morning, say, "Lovely to meet you all, but I must get in the shower," run into my apartment, and ignore the doorbell. Let Toto calm down, then try calling the department one last time. Get transferred to the prof who proctored the exam. It's someone I know! Yay! Leave her a voice mail and an e-mail. She calls back within five minutes and says everything will be fine. I can take exam tomorrow when I am on campus. She told me to have a nice calming cup of tea and try to have a better day.
figuring out how to cut open the stomach.
Use steel. Not bronze or iron.
Good plan, jz!
Use steel. Not bronze or iron.
I love how you tie things together. Also loved: the word "chyme".
My plan for today involved working through this *terrific* headache I've got for no apparent reason.
No apparent reason wouldn't happen to be three feet tall and violently trouser-averse, would it?
::stuffs ibuprofen through the interpipes::
My plans for the day include going to the zoo with my nephew and attempting to hug him as much as humanly possible.
No apparent reason wouldn't happen to be three feet tall and violently trouser-averse, would it?
I think she planted the seeds of the headache, yes.
I love my daughter. I really do.
That is why she is still alive. That is the only reason why she is still alive.
Also, odd possibly awkward moment.
Phone rings.
Me: Thank you for calling [Company}, this is Joe, how can I help you?
Caller: Is [my Supervisor] available?
Me: May I tell her who's calling?
Caller: Yes, it's Julie from [my Temp Service].
Julie's the person I dealt with for this assignment. I shouldn't be concerned, right?