But I don't think I will buy a whole one again. Maybe slices at pie-serving restaurants, but not a whole pie. Blackberries are too large for pies. Hard to eat. But delicious. Plus, my sister won't eat blackberry pie, so my mother cut it into enormous slices (like, 1/5 of pie enormous) so as to get rid of it in a reasonable amount of time.
I'm knitting socks. My whole family is getting knitting gifts this year. Maybe my sister will get yarn instead of a whole knit thing, but everyone else. Knit things. Probably mostly socks. Socks for my mother, socks for my father... Plenty of socks for me. I love socks. Maybe a pair of socks for my brother, but these gloves are technically getting to him this year, so maybe that counts. Everything about him is enormous. It's a pain. OH GOD WHY DID I PHRASE THAT.
Anyway, yeah, socks, I love socks.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
YOU GUYS GET THE SAME POST I JUST GAVE MY ~*~SECRET BLOG~*~
I friggin hate buying textbooks. SO EXPENSE. If I bought them all from the bookstore this semester, I would be handing over $634. And that's not going to happen.
Fortunately, my friend Amanda took Diff-EQs this semester and told me that she had torrented a PDF of the textbook and had no problems, and it was an easy, fast download that even included the Student Solutions Manual, so that chops off $211, thank goodness.
Then, wonder of wonders, the international edition of my $154 Linear Algebra textbook was available for $35, saving me $119.
I got the Discrete Math book (asking price $132) for $60 (and kept $72), and I'm looking to save about $60 on the book for Intro to Teaching (bookstore wants $136, alibris.com wants $76+undisclosed shipping).
So, basically, I'm hoping to save, let's see, $(211+119+72+60) = $462. Meaning that instead of blithely paying the bookstore $634 for books that, knowing me, will likely go predominantly unused, I'm paying various online booksellers $(0+35+60+80) = $175. (Or so, depending on that shipping--I haven't bought the book yet because I'd like to hold out for less than half the bookstore price.)
Anyway, I'm quite pleased with myself. Now I get to look for much cheaper versions of Hunter's textbooks! Unless he already bought them, in which case I will say "tsk tsk" to him. They just... They want you to give them so much money. It's not right. Moral of the story: always Google the ISBN you're looking for, check abebooks.com and half.com and Amazon, and get the friggin' international edition if it's available. I know it looks like a scam, but it's actually not. Usually, anyway.
Other than that, home is okay. It's 2011 now, so that's kind of neat, only not actually that neat, you know? We still have our Christmas tree, some of my friends have left, and tonight I get to have a super awkward dinner conversation with my parents because my sister is off at an Academic Team meet. Great.
Oh, crap, I still have to buy ballet things. My mother might pay for those, though, because she's so nice. I need a leotard, tights, and shoes. Urgh. I'm going to feel downright chunky when I put those on, woo. And people will know all about my oddly-shaped hips. I know I'm not fat, I just have weird bulges in odd places. I don't know why my body stores fat so differently from everyone else's body. Not fair.
Also, today I learned that the class I thought I had on Mondays from 4:30 to 7:10 is actually on Tuesdays! Yaaay! Yay because I love to inconvenience people and make them wait for me for dinner.
ETA: blog post, y u no look like other blog posts?
Oh, right, because I had not yet DEFEATED YOU.
Fortunately, my friend Amanda took Diff-EQs this semester and told me that she had torrented a PDF of the textbook and had no problems, and it was an easy, fast download that even included the Student Solutions Manual, so that chops off $211, thank goodness.
Then, wonder of wonders, the international edition of my $154 Linear Algebra textbook was available for $35, saving me $119.
I got the Discrete Math book (asking price $132) for $60 (and kept $72), and I'm looking to save about $60 on the book for Intro to Teaching (bookstore wants $136, alibris.com wants $76+undisclosed shipping).
So, basically, I'm hoping to save, let's see, $(211+119+72+60) = $462. Meaning that instead of blithely paying the bookstore $634 for books that, knowing me, will likely go predominantly unused, I'm paying various online booksellers $(0+35+60+80) = $175. (Or so, depending on that shipping--I haven't bought the book yet because I'd like to hold out for less than half the bookstore price.)
Anyway, I'm quite pleased with myself. Now I get to look for much cheaper versions of Hunter's textbooks! Unless he already bought them, in which case I will say "tsk tsk" to him. They just... They want you to give them so much money. It's not right. Moral of the story: always Google the ISBN you're looking for, check abebooks.com and half.com and Amazon, and get the friggin' international edition if it's available. I know it looks like a scam, but it's actually not. Usually, anyway.
Other than that, home is okay. It's 2011 now, so that's kind of neat, only not actually that neat, you know? We still have our Christmas tree, some of my friends have left, and tonight I get to have a super awkward dinner conversation with my parents because my sister is off at an Academic Team meet. Great.
Oh, crap, I still have to buy ballet things. My mother might pay for those, though, because she's so nice. I need a leotard, tights, and shoes. Urgh. I'm going to feel downright chunky when I put those on, woo. And people will know all about my oddly-shaped hips. I know I'm not fat, I just have weird bulges in odd places. I don't know why my body stores fat so differently from everyone else's body. Not fair.
Also, today I learned that the class I thought I had on Mondays from 4:30 to 7:10 is actually on Tuesdays! Yaaay! Yay because I love to inconvenience people and make them wait for me for dinner.
Oh, right, because I had not yet DEFEATED YOU.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
I'D SAY I HATE BEING AT HOME BUT I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK
I can count the number of times I've left the house on one hand. I went to knit night, for a Christmas tree, to the Christmas Eve church service, to spend an hour and a half curling, to play board games with a friend's friends, and downtown. Wait, that's actually six outings. Good for me, I broke 5. That's not quite a relief.
To be honest, I haven't wanted to do anything but sit and watch teevee and knit, for almost a month now.
My father gave me roving, and I spun about 150 yards of yarn, and then knit a pair of fingerless gloves. The yarn was shitty--a 2-ply, only I didn't ply it very well at all, so it was more like knitting with two 1-ply yarns held together than one 2-ply yarn. I also knit a sock, to complete a pair, and I have three fingers, well, and a half, left on the first of my brother's gloves. I won't see him until I'm back at school, and to be honest, they're boring as fuck, so I've been taking a break.
I don't like feeling like this.
I keep trying to get up earlier without going to sleep earlier. I have to get up and go downstairs so my mother won't accuse me of sleeping all day to avoid being part of the family, but, you know, then I just sleep on the couch. And knit. And watch teevee. I'm exhausted all the time. I don't want to do anything. I almost didn't go out on New Year's, but I did. I only complained about a third of the time, unlike last year when I complained more like three-quarters of the time. So that's an improvement. My sister and I still left at 11, and came home to find my parents watching some odd movie. We turned the computer over to regular television at 11:58 and watched the ball drop, then turned it back to their movie at 12:01. Woo. Exciting. But I didn't want to be watching people get drunk. Or watching people watch people get drunk. They're not even people I particularly like when they're sober. And then we went home.
I was supposed to see Jack over break, but when she texted me, I blew her off. Twice. She's leaving Tuesday, Sunday's her birthday, and I'm busy on Monday. I'm a great person. She even emailed, saying please don't just blow her off, but, you know. That's just me.
Anyway. Just a lovely, interesting little snippet about my break. I'd say I don't want to be here anymore, but I don't want to do anything else.
It's 6:21. I know I should be sleeping. I'm lying to myself when I think I should get up by 11:30. I don't want to go to bed. I don't want to be in the dark.
To be honest, I haven't wanted to do anything but sit and watch teevee and knit, for almost a month now.
My father gave me roving, and I spun about 150 yards of yarn, and then knit a pair of fingerless gloves. The yarn was shitty--a 2-ply, only I didn't ply it very well at all, so it was more like knitting with two 1-ply yarns held together than one 2-ply yarn. I also knit a sock, to complete a pair, and I have three fingers, well, and a half, left on the first of my brother's gloves. I won't see him until I'm back at school, and to be honest, they're boring as fuck, so I've been taking a break.
I don't like feeling like this.
I keep trying to get up earlier without going to sleep earlier. I have to get up and go downstairs so my mother won't accuse me of sleeping all day to avoid being part of the family, but, you know, then I just sleep on the couch. And knit. And watch teevee. I'm exhausted all the time. I don't want to do anything. I almost didn't go out on New Year's, but I did. I only complained about a third of the time, unlike last year when I complained more like three-quarters of the time. So that's an improvement. My sister and I still left at 11, and came home to find my parents watching some odd movie. We turned the computer over to regular television at 11:58 and watched the ball drop, then turned it back to their movie at 12:01. Woo. Exciting. But I didn't want to be watching people get drunk. Or watching people watch people get drunk. They're not even people I particularly like when they're sober. And then we went home.
I was supposed to see Jack over break, but when she texted me, I blew her off. Twice. She's leaving Tuesday, Sunday's her birthday, and I'm busy on Monday. I'm a great person. She even emailed, saying please don't just blow her off, but, you know. That's just me.
Anyway. Just a lovely, interesting little snippet about my break. I'd say I don't want to be here anymore, but I don't want to do anything else.
It's 6:21. I know I should be sleeping. I'm lying to myself when I think I should get up by 11:30. I don't want to go to bed. I don't want to be in the dark.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
I ACTUALLY REALLY HAVE TO GO TO BED
Because my mother is going to be up to run in about half an hour, and because I got maybe five hours of sleep last night, and because I'm going to have to be up earlyish (compared to a reasonable amount of sleep and/or my school sleeping habits), and because whatever I'm tired.
But I just wanted to say that I am having a much easier time adjusting to being at home than I thought I would have.
That is probably because all I've done is watch 2/3rds of a season of "Psych" and 5/6ths of a season of "Bones." I've knit most of a sock, though. That's something. And I've gotten my tension back to its pre-finals state. My knitting tension, I mean. I have physical evidence of my finals stress in that the mitten I knit at school is almost half an inch smaller around than the mitten I knit at home over Thanksgiving.
That's probably the same reason my dad got one sock, knit at school, that fit his foot and one sock, knit at home (watching "House," over the summer), that was at least an inch bigger (in all dimensions).
So, since I'm now knitting a second sock, I figured I should probably carefully de-stress before knitting a whole sock that wouldn't fit on my foot. I had to pay a lot of attention to how tightly I was knitting at first, but it's become a lot more natural.
I still need a damn backrub, though. But that's mostly my posture.
My grades are all in. I'm fairly pleased. Programming in particular--I wasn't lying on Facebook, I seriously thought that B was an impossibility. I guess I hadn't calculated for my "class participation" component? But a good, solid B... That I can get behind. Even if I can't program to save my life.
B- in Calculus is good enough,
And just so Scooter knows, today's Groupon could be $9 for a half dozen cupcakes from Lola Cookies and Treats, in Leesburg. (Or, $17 for a whole dozen. The half dozen's usually $18; the whole dozen's usually $35.) You buy the Groupon, save it for a while, print the coupon, take it to the place, redeem it. Everything's paid online unless you go over the value of the coupon, in which case you pay in person. Quite convenient, really.
Anyway. More like 20 minutes now. Bed for me. Night-night.
But I just wanted to say that I am having a much easier time adjusting to being at home than I thought I would have.
That is probably because all I've done is watch 2/3rds of a season of "Psych" and 5/6ths of a season of "Bones." I've knit most of a sock, though. That's something. And I've gotten my tension back to its pre-finals state. My knitting tension, I mean. I have physical evidence of my finals stress in that the mitten I knit at school is almost half an inch smaller around than the mitten I knit at home over Thanksgiving.
That's probably the same reason my dad got one sock, knit at school, that fit his foot and one sock, knit at home (watching "House," over the summer), that was at least an inch bigger (in all dimensions).
So, since I'm now knitting a second sock, I figured I should probably carefully de-stress before knitting a whole sock that wouldn't fit on my foot. I had to pay a lot of attention to how tightly I was knitting at first, but it's become a lot more natural.
I still need a damn backrub, though. But that's mostly my posture.
My grades are all in. I'm fairly pleased. Programming in particular--I wasn't lying on Facebook, I seriously thought that B was an impossibility. I guess I hadn't calculated for my "class participation" component? But a good, solid B... That I can get behind. Even if I can't program to save my life.
B- in Calculus is good enough,
And just so Scooter knows, today's Groupon could be $9 for a half dozen cupcakes from Lola Cookies and Treats, in Leesburg. (Or, $17 for a whole dozen. The half dozen's usually $18; the whole dozen's usually $35.) You buy the Groupon, save it for a while, print the coupon, take it to the place, redeem it. Everything's paid online unless you go over the value of the coupon, in which case you pay in person. Quite convenient, really.
Anyway. More like 20 minutes now. Bed for me. Night-night.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
I RECEIVED AN A IN A CLASS. FOR ONCE.
I do not have the finest of GPAs. It's not terrible, as in it's not "academic probation," and it's improving, but it's not the finest of GPAs. Its plumage is far from resplendent. But, again, it is improving. I got an A. I like As. Too bad I only get As in classes that are stupid and easy. Oh well. Hopefully next semester my classes will be such that I can get As (or B+s or something) without wanting to kill myself. I'm not sure, though. Having that many math classes (i.e. three, two of which are supposed to be fairly difficult and one of which is supposed to include a lot of work despite being fairly easy) might b terribly terribly stressful and upsetting. But hopefully not! I should be able to get a pretty easy A in Intro to Education, and ballet couldn't possibly be too bad, right? I could finally have a GOOD semester. Maybe.
I hate people who refuse to accept that if you don't know what you're doing then you don't deserve credit for it.
I'm so happy. I'm so happy. In all likelihood, I will not fail this class. I will not fail. I would like to get a 60% on the final. Then I could have a 60% in the class. In this class, a 50% is a failing grade. I love this man. This man is my favorite man. Is 60% possible? I do not know if 60% is possible. I do not know 60% of the material. Regardless, I'm so happy. I say this with a straight face, but it is true. I am so happy. Now I can truly say that I have loved this man like Mary loved Joseph: a little bit at first, not at all as trouble arrives, and then nigh-infinitely once it became apparent that he will not have me stoned to death for being what amounts to an adulteress. Adultery is a metaphor for not understanding electricity, by the way. In case that wasn't clear. And being stoned to death is a metaphor for taking this class. Because the class is so painful. In case that wasn't clear.
I'm so happy.
ETA: Giving birth to Jesus is a metaphor for taking this final. Just for the record. IN A STABLE. IN THE COLD. WITH LOTS OF PAIN.
I hate people who refuse to accept that if you don't know what you're doing then you don't deserve credit for it.
I'm so happy. I'm so happy. In all likelihood, I will not fail this class. I will not fail. I would like to get a 60% on the final. Then I could have a 60% in the class. In this class, a 50% is a failing grade. I love this man. This man is my favorite man. Is 60% possible? I do not know if 60% is possible. I do not know 60% of the material. Regardless, I'm so happy. I say this with a straight face, but it is true. I am so happy. Now I can truly say that I have loved this man like Mary loved Joseph: a little bit at first, not at all as trouble arrives, and then nigh-infinitely once it became apparent that he will not have me stoned to death for being what amounts to an adulteress. Adultery is a metaphor for not understanding electricity, by the way. In case that wasn't clear. And being stoned to death is a metaphor for taking this class. Because the class is so painful. In case that wasn't clear.
I'm so happy.
ETA: Giving birth to Jesus is a metaphor for taking this final. Just for the record. IN A STABLE. IN THE COLD. WITH LOTS OF PAIN.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
I FUCKING HATE PROGRAMMING
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Tuesday, December 7, 2010
PRETEND THIS IS A BLOG POST, OKAY?
Last night, I successfully completed the work that I intended to complete. If I had started earlier, it would have been a lot less painful, and then today would be much less painful. Too bad I'm an idiot.
If only I had seen fit to actually write in my lab notebook throughout the semester, then I might not have been up until 5:30 last night copying everything I put into Excel into a stupid composition book. I still don't understand the point of them, since we turn in lab reports anyway and he wants all our lab report data to be fancy (definitely typed) Excel sheets and it's a waste of time and paper to make us get a special notebook just to write down things we're going to have to enter into Excel anyway. Anyway, if I were only a decent person when it comes to following directions, everything would be nicer. Too bad I'm an idiot.
Right now, Calculus is the only class I don't hate, which is a nice change from this time last semester, when, honestly, Calculus was probably the only class I did hate, except I guess Astronomy. Seriously, last semester's finals time was bad or whatever in terms of staying up late (Hi, Western Civs!), but it wasn't just constant torture like right now. I'm hoping that in the spring, my classes won't be too awful, but I think I would have to change them in order for that to be the case. I should probably be switching Linear Algebra to next fall and going with another real class instead, because three math classes sounds a TINY bit hellish, but at the same time, what would I take instead. If you guessed "NOTHING," you're on the right track.
Right, so, yeah. Last night wasn't so bad, but I also shouldn't say that until I've gotten through my Physics lab final, which is in an hour and a half.
But at least I got a ridiculous hat out of last night? So that's good.
Tonight is more homework times, this time MasteringPhysics online stuff, but I think I need to watch a couple MIT lectures on it before I'll be able to do it--or maybe the book will be actually helpful? Hard to say. Anyway, after MasteringPhysics, it's time to start my Python project that's due Saturday [again, too bad I'm an idiot], and I'll be working on that until I turn it in. After midnight Saturday night, I have a couple hours of pleasantness (I'll probably watch Star Wars?) and then bed, and then constant lecture-watching as a method of Physics studying, followed by a couple lectures on Calculus. MAYBE I can have a day off on Sunday, but I'll have to think carefully, because I really don't want to be as clueless on the Physics final as I was on my last test (53, after curve, woo).
Notes for one sec, relevant to Kristina and FRLN class
If you had separate attachments that you sent in for the scholarly review thing, I downloaded that, so I have it, but I returned all your scholarly review to you; try to answer the questions that I gave last time.
What I said was, you don't need to rewrite your scholarly review, just add on. Pay attention to those questions; they're in the announcements and the course content.
Resubmit when you're ready.
Some people, who did great, I've given their grades, grades are in the gradebook. Otherwise, add to it, you can get a few more points, if you don't have time, don't worry about it. Grades out of 50.
Everything is due by the day of the final, so 12/14. The more that's in earlier, the better for me and for you, but whatever.
Anyway, so, yeah, life sucks from now until I go home, and then for about two weeks after that. Woo, finals.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCKERS FUCK
Today, I was going to email my professor and tell him my group had disappeared. Instead, I opened up my email to find one FROM my group.
This is good:
IFF (shitty group) >> (no group)
(>> means "much greater than")
This is bad:
IF (shitty group) = (way behind)(irresponsible)(a bunch of dicks)
Everything in my life, stop fucking me over RIGHT NOW, please, I would really appreciate it.
This is good:
IFF (shitty group) >> (no group)
(>> means "much greater than")
This is bad:
IF (shitty group) = (way behind)(irresponsible)(a bunch of dicks)
Everything in my life, stop fucking me over RIGHT NOW, please, I would really appreciate it.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
FUCK I HAVEN'T BLOGGED IN A WEEK
Man fuck this shit. Seriously. I'm a terrible blogger, I'm absolutely terrible at it. I'm not funny, and I never remember to update. So why fucking blog?
Oh, right, you guys. Because every time Kate updates, I feel all guilty for neglecting you, helloblogtime.
Speaking of neglecting things, hey, George, how many words do you still have to write before Tuesday night? Sucker! This is why quitters win.
Anyway... This coming week is going to be full of hell for me, just like it will for everyone else. Unless some of you actually did work over break? Ha. I know, right? The only work I did was knitting a mitten (except half a thumb) and a "cowl" (which does not look like that; it's blue-green and not as wide; also, I usually call it a "neck scarf thingy"; I will tell the knit-nernet that I used that pattern, but really I just used it as a guide for how many stitches to cast on--I didn't even use the size needles it called for, or indeed look at the pattern after casting on, instead opting to knit until the yarn was gone, i.e. I was tired of knitting, so, like 5 hours later, which makes me mildly distressed at how long things take to knit, even though it was a project that took just an afternoon--if one afternoon is about 5 hours of continuous knitting, how many hours will these mittens have eaten, when one took me one day plus two evenings?) and sitting on the couch. Sorry for the huge parenthetical. If I'd been willing to de-parenthesize, it wouldn't have been a huge run-on, but I was not willing to relinquish my parallel parenthetical structure (see it?). Parallel structure is one of my very favorite literary devices.
I also made a pie, but it wasn't very good. Friggin' disappointing recipes. I was supposed to make "caramel," but following the directions only gave me some, like, sugar covered in butter. Which... I mean... The pie tasted fine, you know, totally edible for a sugar+butter+apples+cranberries+pie crust concoction (which are hard to screw up--you can actually make a really tasty pie by taking some apples and cranberries, putting them in a pie crust with a little sugar, and baking it for 40 minutes; pies are tasty and nice and easy to make and eat), it was just really disappointing for having been a lot of work. Also I burned myself! Butter gets really hot, and when you stir it really intensely because you don't want that smokey smell to continue, sometimes it flies out of the pan and you say "ow." So, yeah, disappointing but not terrible. But it was drastically overshadowed by CHEESECAKE. Which my sister makes. I had a slice and a half of pie and a piece of cheesecake and my life was good.
Anyway... Yeah. Now I have blogged. I'll write about all the cancer I'm going to want this week at the time when I actually want it. Ugh.
Also, I have heard to Johnny Cash at Fulsom Prison probably 30 times since I've been home. I should maybe stop leaving it on "repeat" all night while I sleep. I mean, I only know the whole thing almost by heart, you know. Nothing too crazy. Just... I mean. Yes. Too crazy. It's one thing to know all the songs, but to know all the songs plus all the interjections is a little nuts. "Nobody at all ever climbed that wall, but I'm gonna be the first," and then blah blah, eventually, "There's never been a man ever shook this can, but I knew a man who tried: the newspapers called it a jailbreak plan, but I know it was suicide." And then we lead into "Dirty Old Egg-Sucking Dog," with a cute little thing about how it's a love song, Johnny Cash is such a... Seriously. Crazy. Me. Yes. Totally.
Goodnight. (Also did I mention my sleep schedule is TOTALLY FUCKED FOREVER?)
Oh, right, you guys. Because every time Kate updates, I feel all guilty for neglecting you, helloblogtime.
Speaking of neglecting things, hey, George, how many words do you still have to write before Tuesday night? Sucker! This is why quitters win.
Anyway... This coming week is going to be full of hell for me, just like it will for everyone else. Unless some of you actually did work over break? Ha. I know, right? The only work I did was knitting a mitten (except half a thumb) and a "cowl" (which does not look like that; it's blue-green and not as wide; also, I usually call it a "neck scarf thingy"; I will tell the knit-nernet that I used that pattern, but really I just used it as a guide for how many stitches to cast on--I didn't even use the size needles it called for, or indeed look at the pattern after casting on, instead opting to knit until the yarn was gone, i.e. I was tired of knitting, so, like 5 hours later, which makes me mildly distressed at how long things take to knit, even though it was a project that took just an afternoon--if one afternoon is about 5 hours of continuous knitting, how many hours will these mittens have eaten, when one took me one day plus two evenings?) and sitting on the couch. Sorry for the huge parenthetical. If I'd been willing to de-parenthesize, it wouldn't have been a huge run-on, but I was not willing to relinquish my parallel parenthetical structure (see it?). Parallel structure is one of my very favorite literary devices.
I also made a pie, but it wasn't very good. Friggin' disappointing recipes. I was supposed to make "caramel," but following the directions only gave me some, like, sugar covered in butter. Which... I mean... The pie tasted fine, you know, totally edible for a sugar+butter+apples+cranberries+pie crust concoction (which are hard to screw up--you can actually make a really tasty pie by taking some apples and cranberries, putting them in a pie crust with a little sugar, and baking it for 40 minutes; pies are tasty and nice and easy to make and eat), it was just really disappointing for having been a lot of work. Also I burned myself! Butter gets really hot, and when you stir it really intensely because you don't want that smokey smell to continue, sometimes it flies out of the pan and you say "ow." So, yeah, disappointing but not terrible. But it was drastically overshadowed by CHEESECAKE. Which my sister makes. I had a slice and a half of pie and a piece of cheesecake and my life was good.
Anyway... Yeah. Now I have blogged. I'll write about all the cancer I'm going to want this week at the time when I actually want it. Ugh.
Also, I have heard to Johnny Cash at Fulsom Prison probably 30 times since I've been home. I should maybe stop leaving it on "repeat" all night while I sleep. I mean, I only know the whole thing almost by heart, you know. Nothing too crazy. Just... I mean. Yes. Too crazy. It's one thing to know all the songs, but to know all the songs plus all the interjections is a little nuts. "Nobody at all ever climbed that wall, but I'm gonna be the first," and then blah blah, eventually, "There's never been a man ever shook this can, but I knew a man who tried: the newspapers called it a jailbreak plan, but I know it was suicide." And then we lead into "Dirty Old Egg-Sucking Dog," with a cute little thing about how it's a love song, Johnny Cash is such a... Seriously. Crazy. Me. Yes. Totally.
Goodnight. (Also did I mention my sleep schedule is TOTALLY FUCKED FOREVER?)
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