Well, I sort of got an answer about the exam room situation. There will be an undergrad proctor in each room, and I'm supposed to make sure that each of them has my cell phone number and I have their numbers, so that we can communicate during the exam. I'm supposed to go between the rooms, and get to each room at least once, but I'm fairly certain this is impossible. My supervisor has at least acknowledged that it's not a good situation, and that she'd be furious if her rooms were arranged like that, which is far better than the administrative person this morning who told me that I should stop complaining.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Happy birthday, Sophia!
I like hard cider. You should have some. If you were here with me, you could have some of mine.
Zen, I wish!
Both o the seeing you and the cider.
Too many not enough sleep nights for me lately.
In fact, I'm going to bed right now...just because I can...and I really need to catch up.
Epic, I am so sorry.
I'm so sorry, Epic. Peace and comfort and good memories to you, soon.
So sorry, Epic. Much comfort to you.
Sad news, Epic. I'm sorry.
Oh, Epic, I am so so sorry. Much love and peace to you.
Oh, Epic, I'm so sorry. May Domino be rolling about in fields of divine catnip with all the good cats we have loved so well. Peace to his spirit and many, many brackets and snuzzles and comforts you want and need most to you.
I'm sorry, Epic. He'll always live on as the world's best kitty in your heart.