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It's been a very editricial night. I more than earn my nickname every time the boys have papers for me to proof. Stephan had me go through several paper proposals and an email, and Bryan asked if he could come to the office after I'd gone to have me proof a Ferris paper. I said sure, played on the computer for awhile, and decided sleep might be a good idea before work.
After I went to go crash, I tossed and turned a bit in the humid jungle heat on Stephan's bed, opened the window, and managed to drowse a bit before my phone rang. But, lo! It was not the alarm I'd set so I could get to work on time. No, it was Bryan, calling from the RMC, asking where he could find me. He burst out into hysterical laughter, as did I, and came back to the house. He'd even brought me ice cream, which he stole from Stephan's freezer stash, and grumbled amusedly that it would have been more meaningful if he could have brought it to me at work.
I commenced reading his paper, and his usual subtly evaluative prose was at work disparaging the chosen readings to the professor's face. One quote that gave me a double-take involved giant pants (at first glance; on second read, it was actually a giant, panting), and had me smiling the rest of the night.
Only one Sports article was left by the time I got to work, and Carl had gone. A pity not to see him. I finished nearly everything else before quittin' time, but the homework I'd had lined up to finish a night early was sadly neglected: I have discovered a new procrastinatory bane of schoolwork: Dragonfable. So, not much homework, but a lvl4 warrior by the end of the night. I really shouldn't get back into rpgs. No good for productivity.
After I went to go crash, I tossed and turned a bit in the humid jungle heat on Stephan's bed, opened the window, and managed to drowse a bit before my phone rang. But, lo! It was not the alarm I'd set so I could get to work on time. No, it was Bryan, calling from the RMC, asking where he could find me. He burst out into hysterical laughter, as did I, and came back to the house. He'd even brought me ice cream, which he stole from Stephan's freezer stash, and grumbled amusedly that it would have been more meaningful if he could have brought it to me at work.
I commenced reading his paper, and his usual subtly evaluative prose was at work disparaging the chosen readings to the professor's face. One quote that gave me a double-take involved giant pants (at first glance; on second read, it was actually a giant, panting), and had me smiling the rest of the night.
Only one Sports article was left by the time I got to work, and Carl had gone. A pity not to see him. I finished nearly everything else before quittin' time, but the homework I'd had lined up to finish a night early was sadly neglected: I have discovered a new procrastinatory bane of schoolwork: Dragonfable. So, not much homework, but a lvl4 warrior by the end of the night. I really shouldn't get back into rpgs. No good for productivity.