it's too cold to drink beer.
I know all the individual words, but together they make no sense.
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it's too cold to drink beer.
I know all the individual words, but together they make no sense.
I made sure to make a point of thanking all the proctors. I know that several of them just got pulled into being proctors today.
My ankle is definitely getting swollen. If I have to stay home tomorrow, it's not a huge deal -- we never get anything done in class the day after an exam, anyway.
I know all the individual words, but together they make no sense.
46 degrees outside. Inside, the heat isn't on yet. Too cold to drink anything cold.
I'm in Hartford right now (second interview) and I'm thinking of you and Nora because I'm sitting in City Steam Brewery,
I used to work on the second floor of that building!
We are also resisting turning on the heat. I'd like to have at least a few days where we don't need either the A/C or the heat. It was pretty frigid when we got up this morning, though it's OK at the moment. A good temperature for drinking tea!
We have resisted turning on the heat this year because we need to order oil, but it is actually nice out right now.
Yeah, we need to order propane too, but are trying to put it off. But we have firewood so we can.
This is me, being slightly bouncy. Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy.
Daniel really does sound a lot better on the phone now. I took tomorrow off, so I can spend some time with him.
Oh, Andi, I'm so glad to hear it, on both counts - but y'all can keep the ~ma for as long as you need it, please!
Excellent news about Dan!!!!
Also, I forgot how dopey and sleepy Flexiril makes me. It makes me into 2 of the 7 dwarves. No more Flexiril on an empty stomach. (Actually, food probably won't make a difference. Hm. Okay, no more Flexiril if I know I need to remain conscious.)
I opened my Yahoo email this morning to an unexpectedly upsetting sight: lots of spam from my dead sister's address. I can normally ignore spam, but this makes me angry.