I’ve felt panicked all weekend… And I don’t know why. As if I had to take the phonebook and be able to recite the entire thing from memory by tomorrow, or else that would be the end of my life *poof*. Except that’s not what I’m supposed to do. It’s something else. And I wish I knew what. But I’m missing some deadline, and it seems like it must be an important one…
“I would just like to say a few words about nudity in the world today. And I for one am just appalled by it. Why, did you know that underneath their clothing, the entire population of the world is walking around completely naked. Is that disgusting!?”
i had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Was it a lie, or just a mistake?
Dehydrating vegetables was a pretty good idea. Now if only they could figure out a way to get the water back *in*. These peas are crunchy.
I hate washing pots.
Oh. And the answer to that question yesterday: 11.9 metres. Astounding!
Even more astounding: I found that answer myself, by doing my homework.
From what height must a 1500 kg pole driver fall, to drive a pole 0.50 m into the ground against an average opposing force of 350000 N? And why do I care?
Okay, further messing around with this page… If this doesn’t work I’m going to be mad…
