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To-Do:

  • Write a chemistry paper
  • Finish Greek homework
  • Work through Calculus problems
  • Be thankful for a history exam gone well
  • Set up an eye exam so I can replace my non-fitting glasses
  • Glory in the goodness and greatness of my God instead of worrying away my life
I skipped Greek class today because I was freaked out over the history exam which would take place ten minutes after Greek class (did I not skip it), I was hungry, and my ear was being weird. Turned out Mr. E didn't hold class after all, so I was not hailed as a genius and I still have a chance to do those exercises in class.

Then, I went to chem class--very tired and sure I was going to snooze through it after my four hours of sleep last night--and sat around for fifteen minutes, at which point it became apparent that the substitute teacher had forgotten about the class and we were off scot-free. I came home, cleaned my room, watched a movie, put away some laundry that had been sitting around for forever and a day, took care of a few work-related things, and then sat back and wrote a to-do list. I couldn't think of anything else to blog about, so I posted it as an entry because there's nothing better to say...

Now I am sitting and being quiet, enjoying this nearly-exhausted state which I seem to be in perpetually but rarely have time to slow down and actually feel. It's rather nice knowing you shall sleep well tonight.

God bless...

Tacking this onto the end, here's a joke that was told during a Robotics brainstorming meeting.

A farmer and his hands were having trouble telling two cows apart. In an attempt to prevent this, they tagged them with different numbers. The method worked, and when one of their tags tore off it didn't matter much--they could still tell them apart. Then the other cow's tag tore off, and that idea didn't work anymore. They lopped off one of their tails to try and tell them apart, but the other one's tail got caught in a fence shortly thereafter and the problem resurfaced. Finally, the farmer had a bright idea: he could measure the cows and tell them apart by the size difference! With great satisfaction, that night the farmer announced to his hands: "Good news, boys--it worked! The red one's three inches taller than the white one!"

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  1. Logan on September 22, 2008 at 8:35 PM

    *groan* at the joke ;)

    Yes, it is nice knowing one will sleep well. I hope you do. Good night.

     


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