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Jan. 14th, 2003 08:54 amI don't want to be at work. I forgot my lunch, I forgot my phone, and I forgot my sunshiney attitude. Blah.
UT Informal classes offers Klingon Fighting (bring $20 for a practice batleth) and Local Herbalism. I want to take them both!
Salted fish disease appears to be gone. Yay!
Bob and Bean are apparently having bad times. Boo! We were gonna have a spirituality discussion group thing, but it was canceled, so we hung out with Bob and showed him the Sims (he seems to like running Mr.Scorpio's ass off going up and down the stairs) and a new game hub found called Tranquility. He said it was the game from that Star Trek episode- the one where everyone got addicted and had their brains sucked into the game except for Wesley, and his mom and the others chased him around the ship, held him down and made him let his brain get sucked. I have nightmares like that, so this was not a good sell for me. But the game does look pretty...
We also (hub and I) decided based on our non-childed status to have 'for recreational use only' tattooed above our naughty bits. We probably won't do it, maybe we'll write it on with a Sharpie.
UT Informal classes offers Klingon Fighting (bring $20 for a practice batleth) and Local Herbalism. I want to take them both!
Salted fish disease appears to be gone. Yay!
Bob and Bean are apparently having bad times. Boo! We were gonna have a spirituality discussion group thing, but it was canceled, so we hung out with Bob and showed him the Sims (he seems to like running Mr.Scorpio's ass off going up and down the stairs) and a new game hub found called Tranquility. He said it was the game from that Star Trek episode- the one where everyone got addicted and had their brains sucked into the game except for Wesley, and his mom and the others chased him around the ship, held him down and made him let his brain get sucked. I have nightmares like that, so this was not a good sell for me. But the game does look pretty...
We also (hub and I) decided based on our non-childed status to have 'for recreational use only' tattooed above our naughty bits. We probably won't do it, maybe we'll write it on with a Sharpie.