I hate it when I get emails that have no subject line.
We (as in, "they" + "I") played Mao this evening. At the Boyces, and it was entertaining, for the most part. Nick Slater kept talking =), and the newer players kept getting frustrated when they didn't have a 7 to play. That's just the way it goes.
This past week was the first week of my 6th semester as a college kid. It was mostly OK, except that Databases is holed up in a corner of the Academic IV building which is so remote that they have SIGNS throughout the third floor saying "Room 320 is *this* way". When they have signs telling adults how to find a room....it can't be good. Oh, and SCI 100 is going to be half-miserable, because the instructor....well. It's hard to explain.
Today, my dad and I washed the Rebel, since the State of Maryland has decreed "that the ground shall be covered in a sublime shade of 'orange-yellow road salt' for the duration of Winter [even if it makes the road just as slippery to have 2 inches of salt as it would to have an inch of ice], to brighten the otherwise dreary vistas for the common Man/Woman/Child". It was *freezing* cold outside, and as such, the water was not about to fail in its duty to freeze almost immediately upon contact with the car. I can tell you that, no matter how dirty your car is, it's not necessary to use soap to clean the thin film of ice that has only moments before formed on your car. It's already clean - really it is. Just leave it alone.
Oh, and last night, we (they and I) went to Dunkin' Donuts, where we skipped the Dunkin' part, and mostly skipped the Donuts part (except for Kathryn), and got not-so-fancy fancy coffee milkshake things.
And today Kay went to a Mary Kay partay.
Eek. This is really scary, but it has to be done. My prediction for the game tomorrow (and if you don't know what game is on tomorrow.....that's probably just as well)..........
Colts 32
Bears 21
Ack.
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