Seska, it is quite cold here, I'm just enjoying the quiet of a summer spot in the off season.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I believe a sense of humor is going to be essential to get through the day.
I believe it's always an essential.
{{smonster}}
I'm not sure I'd take that risk myself
That's the problem. I'm now almost down to 13,000, but that's still a few percent over the 5% upper limit. If that gets me marked down, and pushes me out of the range of a distinction, that could put paid to my ambitions for getting PhD funding. I'm not securely enough into the overall distinction range, with my other results, to risk it. If I were, I absolutely would. (I hate that my ambitions for the next few years, and possibly beyond that, are going to be dependent on a few percentage points in a result for a single dissertation...!)
Talking of papers, how's yours going, Shir?
Wishing you sense-of-humo(u)r~ma, smonster.
Talking of papers, how's yours going, Shir?
Ehhhh...
Today's special edition of Wake Up With Hugh Laurie is actually Write Papers and/or Melt Your Brain With Stephen Fry: [link]
Planning this is like solving riddles about crossing rivers with a wolf, a goat and a sack of grain.
At least you know it's possible, if convoluted.
Well, crap. I just twisted the hell out of one of my ankles while a ways from home. Luckily, a friend was able to come over and pick me up. Said awesome friend also got me ice, helped me elevate the ankle, brought me ibuprofen, and found my ace bandages. I haven't put that on, yet. Is it something that needs to happen right away? I just found a position that doesn't hurt as much as the others, and I'm loath to disturb it before I have to.
Stupid me—I thought I'd be all healthy and walk down town to do some stuff. Bah.
Bandage ASAP, Calli. You want to limit the opportunity for it to swell. Also, ouch.
Noted and done. And ouch.
I'm so glad I don't live in a 3rd floor walk-up any more. That climb would have sucked.
Ouchies, Calli. Swift healing to your ankle.