slobber, drool...
Nothing inspirational to report. I am just slogging through a couple of weeks of teaching back-to-back classes. Am the walking dead.
I guess I am excited about starting up the next class in my Masters program this week.
The combination of excitement and exhaustion should manifest in a mild catatonia with drooling of joy...
...of course these symptoms also match the classic signs of a recent observance of Cthulu. So use your own judgement as to which diagnosis to make. The worst that could happen is I'll want to eat your brain-- but then I'll be too tired to move, so the risk is probably low at that. -shrug- :?p
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So the only real difference is the joy?
*zombielike groan that could be interpreted as either agreement, hunger for human brains or gas*
Thank you so much for that imagery. I just contemplated what Zombie Gas must be like...
You were pre-med at one time. I am sure you have an idea. ;?)
But if it is worth anything, I'll be a responsible walking dead and adhere to the CAFE standards with my emissions.
You were pre-med at one time. I am sure you have an idea. ;?)
But if it is worth anything, I'll be a responsible walking dead and adhere to the CAFE standards with my emissions.
I admit I was calling to find out of the kiddles had arrived yet. Wow! I can't believe Triesta has held on so long.
I'm totally hosed today - class, class, etc...
So catching me Friday after work is the better bet.
Hasta!
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