Paging Quality Control. Come in, Quality Control. Hello? Who’s in charge of Quality Control around here?
Let’s try this free association/stream-of-consciousness thing again. Damn, it’s hard to spell consciousness. How much can I write with few interruptions in 12 minutes? Tonight I won’t get much (if any) studying done unless I read statistics while I eat dinner or before I fall asleep. That’s maybe not a good idea (reading statistics before bed) ’cause I might not retain any of it. It’s Monday, and Monday means Muscle Blast class followed by Kukuwa. Unless it’s last week, when Monday meant cleaning out Roxy’s crate and then giving her a bath (SOMEbody had an accident). And I skipped Muscle Blast last Wednesday because I was studying for the midterm. I’ll miss class this Wednesday because John and I will be on our way to Baltimore for the U2 concert. Because, oh yeah, we bought last minute tickets for the U2 concert in Baltimore on Wednesday night. Terrible seats, but it’ll be cool to see them. Even if it is the exact same tour we saw them on a year and a half ago. Have I mentioned I haven’t gotten my midterm grade back yet? I could have sworn that the instructor said he’d get them back to us before the last withdrawal date. The last withdrawal date was yesterday. No midterm grade. I HAVE TO KNOW. Driving me crazy with all the not-knowing. I could email him and ask, but I don’t want to bug him. Today. I’ll email tomorrow. I’m not a stalker. I’m just needy. Like my dog, who has decided to live under the dining room table from now on. I don’t know why, but lately, if you’re looking for Riley, he can be found under the dining room table. Thought you should know.