Fine. I'll see if the cologne stink will push through the smell of children's ibuprofen, cough medicine and scrambled eggs. You know, the auditory detritus of taking care of our child.

Which I did yesterday, thankyewverymuch. Pllbbt.

Is it crazy that I kind of want to take "Make A Man Out of You" from Mulan and turn it into a WWII torch song?

Is it crazy that I kind of want to take "Make A Man Out of You" from Mulan and turn it into a WWII torch song?

Yes. Yes it is.

So crazy it just might work!

A-line skirts at knee length, of somewhat loose fabric, looks great on me. Or so I think.

There's a part of me who thinks, now that my uni congrats me in "have a wonderful, challenging year!" that the only challenge they really put to me up do date was their bureaucracy.

"Make A Man Out of You"

I love that song!

auditory detritus

Olfactory?

Olfactory?

Gawd, I hate that place.

Que? Did I get that totally wrong?

t edit Okay, I should not post while editing 30-page articles on T-cell lymphoma, because my brain is fried to the point of not recognizing actual humor.

My bad.

t /currently humor-impaired jerk

t edit again I seriously looked up the word, then squinted at Andi's post for a good 60 seconds before it clicked. My license to Internet should be revoked today.

Aw, poor Teppy. I offer you chocolate in lieu of hugs.

For Shir, I send hugs and chocolate.

ETA: Hil should probably be given hugs, chocolate, and a good alibi for when her patience with her advisor comes to a sloppy, bloody, messy end.

ETA2: smonster, please be on the lookout - those cats are up to something. I can hear their little kitty plotting from here.

auditory detritus

Olfactory?

Why, what did I say?

...d'oh.

My advisor did finally respond, but my ankle is crap today, and I can't make it to the meeting, so I emailed to reschedule. I'm nearly positive that he hasn't actually read the stuff I want to discuss yet, anyway.

I really wish I could use crutches, but they screw up my shoulder.