Long day.

In short, for I skimmed: the eye vet appointment was rescheduled for Friday, because my dad can't be ready on time. Me and the sis want to kill him, a little bit. So we still need every last bit of that ~ma. He looks better than this morning, though, but it's obvious that he's still in pain.

Yay for The Girl!

Got 87 in a paper I hardly had the time to write, in a class I somewhat hated. Which brings the next point - no, I don't study for grades. I study because I freaking lurv it. And in studying for classes I actually do give a shit about, I get grades between 90-98, so it's not such a big difference, IMHO. I don't to the papers and finals to impress anyone. I do, however, send gazillion emails to my instructors.

In my Islam class today, we were studying about ex-communication. And then, almost out of the blue, my professor started talking about him being a holocaust survivor (related, in indirect way, to the story). It was so intense, especially from a lovely man who spend 1/4 of the teaching joking. In fact, it started with a funny story: he was in a breakfast in a convention, and a colleague's wife asked him, when he sat to the table, first thing at 7:30am: "Have you been to a concentration camp?". We all chocked.

Now, shower, dinner, papers-for-tomorrow, and maybe a Yes Prime-minster/Buffy ep to call it a day.

Whoah, Shir. That would be a weird question to ask out of the blue, but especially at 730am! Though did she mean "been to" as in visited or as in "had to live at"? The first is not nearly so intrusive a question!!

a colleague's wife asked him, when he sat to the table, first thing at 7:30am: "Have you been to a concentration camp?". We all chocked.

was she related to Hil's officemate? Cause that sounds like the kind of stuff he would say.

And just like *that*, Joe's birthday shopping for me is done. [link]

Wow, the proportions for the Joan doll might even be close to right, for once.

"had to live at"?

That. He was in Theresienstadt.

At the end, it turned out she's teaching some things related to the holocaust, and couldn't miss the opportunity to speak with an informant.

DW said I started snoring and the baby would do a soft hum noise after each snore.

Awww, the snoring must be comfortable and familiar.

I went to work this morning but it seems I need more rest so I am back home to nap.

I would like a scone with clotted cream and strawberry jam now please.

quietly whimpers

Why has such a thing not appeared on my desk? Whyyyyyy?

Oh, and just so we'll make that fuzzy thing clear:

Fuzziness, IMHO, isn't related to body-hair as much as it's related to character.

Think of foamy, minus the sex. (Because I don't think of you like that. OK, not about all of you). That's "fuzzy", to me. And that's what you are.

Like Fuzzy Wuzzy the Bear?

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?

Hmm, so even if I shave, I can be fuzzy. I wonder what would make me foamy. I guess foamy is in the eye of the beholder.