The next question then is: Does the ER staff act afraid around you?
I got my very own recycling bin! This seems ridiculous but I really do miss my dumpster and recycling center at the old apartment, and blue bins are far too expensive when compared to a similar sized trash can. W gave me one of her spares, yay! Need to read up on the weird recycling rules (apparently the town takes 1 and 2, and aluminum, paper, cardboard and glass, but there seem to be some odd addendums, like the neck of the bottle can't be the same size as the body.
Yappy dog went home, yay!
I can only hope the bloody knuckles mean that the obstructive ER doc is finding out firsthand what living with intense head pain is like.
There haven't been any truly obstructive ER docs for a while now, so I guess that might argue in favour of the closed fist explanation of my scrapes.
Typographic question: this page says that the opening paragraph shouldn't be indented (but following ones should). I'm looking at the book I'm currently reading, and that certainly seems to be the case, but I never noticed it in almost 40 years of reading, and I've certainly never produced documents that way.
Is it common knowledge? Are essays and papers and office documents being churned out with unindented first paragraphs and I was in the minority, oblivious and wrong?
I've frequently seen that in books, but never done it for anything I've written.
Yeah, I think it's always in books, often with the big first letter, or first word in all caps, or whatever, but not so much in normal writing.
My powers of observation half suck. I thought that drop caps or all caps went in place of an indentation, not that there wouldn't have been one anyway.
Now I want to edit my style sheet to accomodate that.
I'm a stupid stubborn independent girl. Despite no less than 5 offers of help, I inched my second 60 lb a/c up the stairs tonight. I have yet more bruises. I swear, I will get help installing it. (It's tricksy, because the rest I could go outside and balance. This one has a 20ft drop.)
I will ask for help. I will ask for help. I will ask for help. I will ask for help. I will ask for help. I will ask for help. I will ask for help. I will ask for help. I will ask for help.
Aw, who am I kidding?
My father once dropped an air condition from a seventh-story window that faced the street when he insisted he could install it himself without any help. Miraculously, no one was standing anywhere near the bit of sidewalk that it hit.
