sj, you have the patience of a saint.
Ha! So very much not. If my mother heard someone say that she would never stop laughing.
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sj, you have the patience of a saint.
Ha! So very much not. If my mother heard someone say that she would never stop laughing.
Kate, I hope you don't have to go through all of that again. Good grief!
Prebble makes it fun and atmospheric, though.
That is so weird to read, because that's my last name! But with one b. Plus, everyone around here calls me by my last name.
I MAKE IT FUN AND ATMOSPHERIC.
You do!
I do try.
ION, Christian Kane is playing a free show 2/19 ten minutes away from my parents' house, and I'm thinking about going. Don't know if I want to go by myself though.
Oooh. I might be interested, too.
A student emailed me, about two hours before the homework is due, to ask if he could hand it in next week, because he's been busy with other classes this week and he didn't realize that the calculus homework was so long and he doesn't think he'll finish it on time. That would be a no.
A student emailed me, about two hours before the homework is due, to ask if he could hand it in next week, because he's been busy with other classes this week and he didn't realize that the calculus homework was so long and he doesn't think he'll finish it on time.
What is wrong with students these days? Don't they know how to lie?
that's my last name
No way! It's a word I enjoy saying. And, I look for anything read by this fellow who might be a long lost relative.
Kate, maybe you need to quit scratching cats.
Or possibly make a pilgrimage to Ted Nugent.
Feh. I had plans for this evening. Now I don't.
And the friends I'd really like to spend time with are sick.
Eh.
These days, it's an effort to get myself geared up to go out, so having a plan thwarted is...well...thwarting.
Plus, I've been completely feckless today and feel bad about that.
My impulse is to turn the heater up and give Bartleby a much, much needed bath. Woohoo. My life is a scream.