mortified

Oh dear God. I have an embarrassingly stupid homophonic error in the Angles manuscript. Worse than just having the error, it’s a QUOTED error. Quoting LEWIS CARROLL. Ceiling wax. Sealing wax. I have never, in my entire life, had any idea what ceiling wax was. Mortified.

nifty!

This is cool. You can adopt an animal at the Alaska Zoo and help care for it. Maybe I’ll try to save up some dollars and adopt a porcupine or a raven. I like porcupines and ravens. Or a goshawk. One attacked me one time, you know. *solemn look* (I like Siberian tigers, too, but I don’t think I’ll be saving up a thousand dollars to adopt one. :))

scream!

Edvard Munch’s Scream: My Scream: Hee hee hee. :)

Scream!

Edvard Munch’s Scream: My Scream: Hee hee hee. :)

blah.

Blah. I think I came down with a cold in the middle of last night. I will be taking a lot of vitamin c, I guess. So I’m sort of tired and out of sorts today. As opposed to every other day the last two weeks, or something. Ted and I watched Maid in Manhattan last night, and it was much cuter than I expected. NNWM starts tomorrow. Gah. miles to Rivendell: 305