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pocket full of shells
Aug. 19th, 2011 11:22 pmHoly shit, I live.
RA training is kind of like going to the dentist. No one wants to be there, but it's probably a good idea to suffer through it, if only for the benefits in the long run.
That said, I had fun, but I am thoroughly sick of most of humanity by way of over-exposure. I spent all of today laying on my bed with a bowl of Snicker's ice cream in one hand and my spiffy Nook in the other.
And. I. Did. Nothing. Else.
It was glorious.
Tomorrow, I'll probably get drunk.
Classes on Monday. Dragon*Con in something like two weeks, holy shitkfjvgnsdfbklvjdoh.
Costume is, like 50% done. Let's see if I can pull this off...
RA training is kind of like going to the dentist. No one wants to be there, but it's probably a good idea to suffer through it, if only for the benefits in the long run.
That said, I had fun, but I am thoroughly sick of most of humanity by way of over-exposure. I spent all of today laying on my bed with a bowl of Snicker's ice cream in one hand and my spiffy Nook in the other.
And. I. Did. Nothing. Else.
It was glorious.
Tomorrow, I'll probably get drunk.
Classes on Monday. Dragon*Con in something like two weeks, holy shitkfjvgnsdfbklvjdoh.
Costume is, like 50% done. Let's see if I can pull this off...
