Oh,for sure, but the Chinese don't exactly share the sentiment, as I understand it.
Natter 60: Gone In 60 Seconds
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
In line with the singing-and-dancing in public, only, you know, exactly the opposite, I just got up and sang out loud and even danced a bit in my very completely empty (other than a few traumatized ants, poor things, it's probably worse than any pesticide I could use) room in the university.
It helped to wake me up a bit, thankfully.
(I'm going to be all-whine and nothing-but-the-whine comes Thursday, aren't I? Sigh. The price y'all have to pay.)
I'm going to be all-whine and nothing-but-the-whine comes Thursday, aren't I?
So what? After that, you'll be a very happy and accomplished Nilly come Friday. (And hopefully, a Nilly who is taking the day off to sleep.)
So what?
I wanna whine about being whiny!
a very happy and accomplished
A really-actually-handed-the-hideous-thing me will do extremely fine, come Thursday morning. Oh, yeah.
All the following corrections (and there will be, serious ones, because I'm going to hand a very flawed manuscript, sadly enough) are not anything I think about right now. My horizon ends on Thursday.
taking the day off to sleep
As if I'll be good for anything else.
(All of this is a long and strange way to spell: Thanks, amych. You're great.)
Go Nilly, go!!
Jesse, how is your father doing?
(And thanks - it helps, lots.)
I only have to last here til after the holidays, right? Because, dude. DUDE. shoot me. If you love me you'll just shoot me.
shoot me.
Um, I'll have bats kidnap you to their secret provided-with-a-computer-and-electricity-and-etc. where you can write. That'll work too, right?
I'm sorry it's so crazy there, and so rough on you.
I just talked to my dad! He's home, with apparently nothing wrong with him. So, huh. I guess it's good to have good enough insurance and health care available that they keep you in the hospital for days running tests that don't show anything....
So many people here talk to me like I'm dumb. Kills me.
Ugh. Breathe. Leave in an hour. Go to gym. Get it out of me. Write.
Why can't Tim just let me go live with him and pay for my life and be my night in shining, um, torn up sweatpants?