Have our professors seen this tweet about a kid asking for extra credit and getting it? [link]
Here's the professor's side of the story (apparently): [link]
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Have our professors seen this tweet about a kid asking for extra credit and getting it? [link]
Here's the professor's side of the story (apparently): [link]
good luck, sara!
I slept like a log -- thank you, Theraflu. Possibly the shot of expensive whiskey I had at 9 pm also helped with that.
Man, it's cold & dark outside, I don't want to go out. Bah.
surgery~ma Sara!
Note to self: Coffee. THEN Internet. (I am yellyfont)
It amuses me to see David with the cat wrangling suggestions.
Heh. I have to change my friend's kitty litter once a week.
In other news, I have already fucked up my wardrobe for this week. Why am I wearing a wool sweater on the warmest day of the week??? (At least it's just a black sweater so if I end up wearing it again it will not be conspicuous.)
Heh. I have to change my friend's kitty litter once a week.
You are a good person. Even I don't do that, and I have a cat. (To be fair, I'm not being a dick; the dust from the litter makes my otherwise nonexistent asthma kick up. So.)
Yeah, sometimes I get overwhelmed by the ammonia. Gack!
I don't have to fish out the poops though.
Surgery ma. Sara
Are there two or three kittens, meara? Also, my phone wanted to change your name to meats.
I am an hour and a half late for a late start at work, but I am not sure anyone cares who is there. I don't even know who to tell. I was late anyway and then we were delayed because the bus stopped to pick up wheelchairs. Apparently the bus driver isn't allowed to help them, and one was stuck in a bank of snow. So the other person in a wheelchair was trying to get him unstuck, until some fellow passengers got out and stamped down the snow., while the bus driver looked on. So, I missed my connection.
The poo is the less onerous of the options, in my experience. I'd rather deal with easily scoopable nuggets than big chunks that crumble into ammonia-scented powder when I try to pick them up.
Sympathetic winces to Dana and to Consuela's brother!
Because of an unusual amount of meetings in my office common area, the holiday cookies have been relocated to my cube. It's a good thing I like most all my coworkers, because I'll be seeing them today. A lot.
Surgery~ma, sarameg!