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Feb. 25th, 2004 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I was supposed to get my Philosophy & Literature take home exam back yesterday, but I didn't. Because my professor lost it. I printed out another copy, and then got my grade by e-mail, so it worked out. But I'm still amused.
And I feel just about equally together. I spilled water all over my desk again yesterday. Forgot to put an ink refill in my pen, even though I knew the old one was just about out. Not a big deal, but annoying to be trying to take notes with increasingly fading ink. And this morning I forgot to grab some lunch money because I was rushing out the door ten minutes late. Also not a crisis (check cards are wonderful things).
There was an MSSA Arthurian movie night tonight, but I didn't go because I have about half a metric fuckload of Montaigne to read for tomorrow. I'm still not done with it.
Went out to dinner with my parents today. Dad was in an awful mood. We stopped at the gas station on the way, and while dad was inside getting lottery numbers (he's like clockwork with them), mom nearly told me something about him and why he gets so damned crabby that was obviously quite difficult for her to say. But he got back to the car before she said it, so I'm left in suspense. Today, though, I suspect he was just hungry, because his mood was much improved after dinner.
And I feel just about equally together. I spilled water all over my desk again yesterday. Forgot to put an ink refill in my pen, even though I knew the old one was just about out. Not a big deal, but annoying to be trying to take notes with increasingly fading ink. And this morning I forgot to grab some lunch money because I was rushing out the door ten minutes late. Also not a crisis (check cards are wonderful things).
There was an MSSA Arthurian movie night tonight, but I didn't go because I have about half a metric fuckload of Montaigne to read for tomorrow. I'm still not done with it.
Went out to dinner with my parents today. Dad was in an awful mood. We stopped at the gas station on the way, and while dad was inside getting lottery numbers (he's like clockwork with them), mom nearly told me something about him and why he gets so damned crabby that was obviously quite difficult for her to say. But he got back to the car before she said it, so I'm left in suspense. Today, though, I suspect he was just hungry, because his mood was much improved after dinner.
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Date: 2004-02-26 01:05 pm (UTC)You know, I'm extremely intrigued that you used that phrasing. I once had a discussion with someone on the definition of a metric fuckton, which I know you were not present for.
Iiiiinteresting. Perhaps it's a viable system of measurement after all.
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Date: 2004-02-26 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-26 06:15 pm (UTC)