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flexagonSo last night I was really tired, and having trouble finding the right words to say things, the way one does when really tired. As I crawled into bed I noticed that the covers were completely messed up again (happens all the time, and it's mostly my fault). And what did I come out and say?
Um, I don't think the bed is properly instantiated.
AUGH! :)
This is why I married someone technical instead of some artiste type person who wouldn't have known what I was babbling about.
And now I disappear into the gaping maw that is my Wednesday and Thursday. But not before squeaking out one bit of good news: there's a new bookstore coming to Porter Square at last, bookstore, bookstore, right by the grocery and hardware stores! Even if it sucks I will support it. This neighborhood has been in desperate need of such a thing for years now, ever since the last one closed.
Um, I don't think the bed is properly instantiated.
AUGH! :)
This is why I married someone technical instead of some artiste type person who wouldn't have known what I was babbling about.
And now I disappear into the gaping maw that is my Wednesday and Thursday. But not before squeaking out one bit of good news: there's a new bookstore coming to Porter Square at last, bookstore, bookstore, right by the grocery and hardware stores! Even if it sucks I will support it. This neighborhood has been in desperate need of such a thing for years now, ever since the last one closed.
