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( non-study list is long )

( study list is long )

oh hey let me share this with you too, for reasons

R: It couldn't have been real.
G: "The colours red, blue, and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody"—demolish.
R: It must have been thunder. Like drums...
G: A man breaking his journey between one place and another at a third place of no name, character, population, or significance, sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear. That in itself is startling, but there are precedents for mystical encounters of various kinds, or to be less extreme, a choice of persuasions to put it down to fancy; until— "My God," says a second man, "I must be dreaming, I thought I saw a unicorn." At which point, a dimension is added that makes the experience as alarming as it will ever be. A third witness, you understand, adds no further dimension but only spreads it thinner, and a fourth thinner still, and the more witnesses there are the thinner it gets and the more reasonable it becomes until it is as thin as reality, the name we give to the common experience.... "Look, look!" recites the crowd. "A horse with an arrow in its forehead! It must have been mistaken for a deer."
R, eagerly: I knew all along it was a band.
G, tiredly: He knew all along it was a band.
R: Here they come!
G: I'm sorry it wasn't a unicorn. It would have been nice to have unicorns.

(Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Tom Stoppard)

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I wonder if I can call out sick on the grounds that my hands hurt too much. I mean, they do hurt, but not so much that I have to dictate this instead of typing it.

(that is not the actual grounds for calling out sick, but neither "I am sad today" nor "I have a fuckton of homework to do" are grounds for calling out sick)

I should probably at least go to work and attempt to stay the whole shift.

I should also probably try to do some homework before I have to leave for work... <_< >_>

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my hands are getting worse. :(

ETA: And I had a soda, and now my stomach is upset. :( But maybe I can justify staying home from work now.

ETA2: nope, to work I go

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NTS: print out http://poppunkvampire.tumblr.com/post/124499579721/a-helpful-pain-scale-for-people-who-have/mobile when next on a printer-and-Tumblr-enabled computer. Stick one by work comp, one by home comp, and one in purse.

Currently clocking somewhere in the 4-5 range. Wanna go home. Will when it hits a solid 5.

Also, the answer to life, the universe, and everything is in fact poetry.

ETA: five. home.