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Apr. 19th, 2007 04:39 pmI had very little time to pack food this morning, and ended up grabbing whatever was closest on my way out the door, which happened to be an avocado, a container of leftover potatoes, and two energy bars. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
juvernaz, it kinda reminds me of Rachel's lemonade/Wheat Thins/pickles/spoon lunch, which is still making me giggle every time I think of it. I didn't remember silverware, though (even though, unlike her, I had something that required it). Anyway, the potatoes had been baked in oil, and there was some garlic-and-herb-infused oil left in the Tupperware when I'd finished eating. I mentioned to Mark that I wished I had some bread to mop it up with... and he pulled half a loaf of bread out of his backpack and handed it to me.
God, I love my friends.
In other news, I am officially caught up on my flist. I'd been running about 10 pages behind since the week of the quadruple mocha. Now I will know things such as Kurt Vonnegut's death and the Virginia Tech shootings just after they happen, and not fail to hear about them until fifteen hours later. Which is more sad, that I rely on my flist for news or that I check my flist often enough that fifteen hours is a long stretch of time?
I'm still reading "Dr. Seuss Goes to War," and I started Vonnegut's "Breakfast of Champions" this morning. I'm about halfway through it now, even with multiple distractions, like classes. I didn't expect it to be such an easy read. Richard's annotations aren't adding to my enjoyment of it, though. I should've gotten a copy from the library instead of borrowing it from him, especially as I haven't spoken to him in over a month and returning it is going to be awkward.
Bill's mom is here. I'm not going to have much of a chance to hang out with her, aside from tomorrow evening; I have a big history project due tomorrow, so I'll be finishing that tonight, and I'm working all weekend.
No news from colleges yet. *sigh*
EDIT: Oh yeah, and guess what Clay managed to do with the Wiimote? Break the hundred-year-old living room window, that's what. My brother, people. Give him a hand.
juvernaz, it kinda reminds me of Rachel's lemonade/Wheat Thins/pickles/spoon lunch, which is still making me giggle every time I think of it. I didn't remember silverware, though (even though, unlike her, I had something that required it). Anyway, the potatoes had been baked in oil, and there was some garlic-and-herb-infused oil left in the Tupperware when I'd finished eating. I mentioned to Mark that I wished I had some bread to mop it up with... and he pulled half a loaf of bread out of his backpack and handed it to me.God, I love my friends.
In other news, I am officially caught up on my flist. I'd been running about 10 pages behind since the week of the quadruple mocha. Now I will know things such as Kurt Vonnegut's death and the Virginia Tech shootings just after they happen, and not fail to hear about them until fifteen hours later. Which is more sad, that I rely on my flist for news or that I check my flist often enough that fifteen hours is a long stretch of time?
I'm still reading "Dr. Seuss Goes to War," and I started Vonnegut's "Breakfast of Champions" this morning. I'm about halfway through it now, even with multiple distractions, like classes. I didn't expect it to be such an easy read. Richard's annotations aren't adding to my enjoyment of it, though. I should've gotten a copy from the library instead of borrowing it from him, especially as I haven't spoken to him in over a month and returning it is going to be awkward.
Bill's mom is here. I'm not going to have much of a chance to hang out with her, aside from tomorrow evening; I have a big history project due tomorrow, so I'll be finishing that tonight, and I'm working all weekend.
No news from colleges yet. *sigh*
EDIT: Oh yeah, and guess what Clay managed to do with the Wiimote? Break the hundred-year-old living room window, that's what. My brother, people. Give him a hand.
