"I like you. Let's play pickleball."
I seem to recall, back when a certain someone *cough* JOHN *cough* was having his appendix stolen, the nurse looking after him asked him what he did, be it work, school, etc. His response:
"I am a pickleball salesman."
Yes John. Yes you are. It's interesting to consider what people say when they're high on morphine.
I stumbled upon a Unicourt brochure today during my travels at Tomko. Oh the 80s. How I do miss thee. Wait a second... let's take that back.
I spent most of today drinking almost-warm tea and fighting with a golf mailing list. Oh, except for that break I took to pull staples out a tarp. Talk about your intellectual stimulation!
Speaking of intellectual, I got some great news today. I have an exam clash (ie, my two hardest exams take place at the exact same time), so I had to fill out this form and the university was going to sequester me in a room for 6 and a half hours while I wrote both of them under supervision. Now THAT does not sound like good news. And it's not. The good news is that my Bio prof is going to schedule a separate sitting so that I don't have to write them back-to-back. Oh bless his heart! Maybe this way I will actually pass!
Hmm... I wonder if there is a new episode of CSI on this evening. I hope so!
Today is all about the Glen Phillips. I wish I had more of his stuff. I was THISCLOSE to buying Sarah Slean's album today when my dad and I were at Futureshop, but I resisted. I think it might be the first time I've not bought a cd after holding it in my hands and registering that I wants it. Hoo-rah.
Anyway, I'm going to go. Play pickleball. Because I like you. Or something like that.
"I am a pickleball salesman."
Yes John. Yes you are. It's interesting to consider what people say when they're high on morphine.
I stumbled upon a Unicourt brochure today during my travels at Tomko. Oh the 80s. How I do miss thee. Wait a second... let's take that back.
I spent most of today drinking almost-warm tea and fighting with a golf mailing list. Oh, except for that break I took to pull staples out a tarp. Talk about your intellectual stimulation!
Speaking of intellectual, I got some great news today. I have an exam clash (ie, my two hardest exams take place at the exact same time), so I had to fill out this form and the university was going to sequester me in a room for 6 and a half hours while I wrote both of them under supervision. Now THAT does not sound like good news. And it's not. The good news is that my Bio prof is going to schedule a separate sitting so that I don't have to write them back-to-back. Oh bless his heart! Maybe this way I will actually pass!
Hmm... I wonder if there is a new episode of CSI on this evening. I hope so!
Today is all about the Glen Phillips. I wish I had more of his stuff. I was THISCLOSE to buying Sarah Slean's album today when my dad and I were at Futureshop, but I resisted. I think it might be the first time I've not bought a cd after holding it in my hands and registering that I wants it. Hoo-rah.
Anyway, I'm going to go. Play pickleball. Because I like you. Or something like that.
posted by Sara at
7:57 p.m.
2 Comments:
Aaw sara, how i missed yee blogging!
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Anonymous, at 8:37 p.m.
Hehe, pickleball. Yes, people do say funny things when on morphine/sedative/other pain killer/loopy drug.
Yay about your bio prof being nice :)
And wow I wish I could take staples out of a tarp and count golf balls. You're so lucky.
Don't hit me ;)
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Anonymous, at 7:35 p.m.
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