Wheeee. I literally had a burst of music in my head when I was walking out of the building holding my paper. If it'd been a movie, I would've slid down the railing and danced on the lawn. The woman in the office (who I'd been on the phone with at about 4:30 when she told me the office would close at 5pm) was very surprised I'd made it, especially when she asked where I'd come from. *g*
Not bad, not bad. Apparently I lost my ability to form sensible sentences a few times, and many times forgot that split infinitives are bad things. And she told me that my title is inaccurate, which I knew. I just couldn't figure out how the fuck to title the damned thing.
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Date: 2005-06-04 01:00 am (UTC)Not bad, not bad. Apparently I lost my ability to form sensible sentences a few times, and many times forgot that split infinitives are bad things. And she told me that my title is inaccurate, which I knew. I just couldn't figure out how the fuck to title the damned thing.