Last night, I texted two friends (who would get and appreciate this): "Trying to decide which is worse: Gay sex, or sleeping in this chair."
One of them is gay, incidentally, and I have no problem with gay sex. It's a comment based on something we say often-- probably not translating well here, but there it is. This blog is also a journal for me.
One texted back almost immediately (1:53 a.m.): "The chair."
John told me yesterday that I should enjoy the learning and ask as many questions as possible, but I should also freely make fun of people. In that light, I will say that when I met the diabetes team leader, who was perky and skinny and tan, while I was sitting, bleary-eyed, in my pajamas, I mentioned that my knowledge of diabetes was almost completely academic.
She asked me if I worked in academia.
Seriously?
Swans don’t eat marzipan.
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This afternoon we went to the St. Louis Ballet’s performance of The
Nutcracker. (My friend’s daughter is completely magical as a dragon dancer
in this ye...
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