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I finished hours ago, and now I am waiting on Mya so that we can both explode. She is almost-done. I am finally updating this after almost a month.
To make a bit more sense out of the last post, I received a call today informing me that I'd won the "guess how many every-flavour-beans are in this jar" contest at the store last night, so with about 150 pages to go I took a trip back up to B&N to collect my spoils, and made side-trips to the co-op and the not-so-hideously expensive grocery on the way back. I got the number of beans in the jar exactly, apparently. I feel kinda bad, as I used a mix of science and luck that was, perhaps, not within reach of the rest of the smallfry scampering around the bookstore, playing "Azkaban breakout" and so-seriously guarding the hand-trucks of books as they processed up to the counter. Well, the science part may have been beyond them, anyway. But is it my fault that when I look at a jar of jelly beans, my first thought is "calculus!"?
Mya is probably on the last chapter now. My hair is lank-as-snape, but I am enjoying a Brooklyn Brewery Monster Ale (barleywine; I was concerned about its being mad-'spensive until I noticed that it was 11% abv) and a veggieburger on toasted sprouted wheat with avocado, mustard and dill havarti. I win. I've spent the rest of the wait re-reading Anne Frank Conquers the Moon Nazis and playing Grow and checking for updates to Nine Planets without Intellegent Life and wishing that I could go paddle some. The sweltering heat (I'm exaggerating) makes me miss being on the water. Makes me wish that I was in better shape, at least.
Well, some time has passed and Mya and I have chattered and I am too tired now to post about our lab outing last week, which is really of very little consequence.
Tomorrow is clean-the-apartment day. Maybe also hedge-needs-new-trousers day. Who knows? Oh, the adventure that is my life!
the hedge abides.
To make a bit more sense out of the last post, I received a call today informing me that I'd won the "guess how many every-flavour-beans are in this jar" contest at the store last night, so with about 150 pages to go I took a trip back up to B&N to collect my spoils, and made side-trips to the co-op and the not-so-hideously expensive grocery on the way back. I got the number of beans in the jar exactly, apparently. I feel kinda bad, as I used a mix of science and luck that was, perhaps, not within reach of the rest of the smallfry scampering around the bookstore, playing "Azkaban breakout" and so-seriously guarding the hand-trucks of books as they processed up to the counter. Well, the science part may have been beyond them, anyway. But is it my fault that when I look at a jar of jelly beans, my first thought is "calculus!"?
Mya is probably on the last chapter now. My hair is lank-as-snape, but I am enjoying a Brooklyn Brewery Monster Ale (barleywine; I was concerned about its being mad-'spensive until I noticed that it was 11% abv) and a veggieburger on toasted sprouted wheat with avocado, mustard and dill havarti. I win. I've spent the rest of the wait re-reading Anne Frank Conquers the Moon Nazis and playing Grow and checking for updates to Nine Planets without Intellegent Life and wishing that I could go paddle some. The sweltering heat (I'm exaggerating) makes me miss being on the water. Makes me wish that I was in better shape, at least.
Well, some time has passed and Mya and I have chattered and I am too tired now to post about our lab outing last week, which is really of very little consequence.
Tomorrow is clean-the-apartment day. Maybe also hedge-needs-new-trousers day. Who knows? Oh, the adventure that is my life!
the hedge abides.
