Thank you

I checked the mail today (I'm the only one who ever checks it, because I pay people to send me mail have subscriptions), and there was a birthday card for me from anneheart! Thank you so much, love. It was a wonderful surprise to end my week on. I don't mind it being early; I'm always opening birthday cards early anyway, because I don't know if they're Easter cards (my family sends Easter cards) or not!

It's beautiful - I love the colours on it. Poppies!

Goodness.

The Junos are tonight - completely forgot. Oh well, I won't be watching them. I've got a play to go to. Hooray!

HAH!

After three weeks of trying... ArcGIS's summarize function has won many battles.

I'm winning this one, though. I may win the war after all.

EDIT: The summarize function is my slave. MUAHA. I win at GIS.

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I would like to offer my sympathies to those of my friends who are Roman Catholic.

( I'm sure you're all sick of hearing about the Pope by now, but here's my .02 )

The sun's going down - I can't believe how long I've been in this lab. Nearly done...

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The play was excellent. Made me think. I went a bit spacy afterwards, to the point that I don't think I was making any sense at all. I have a vague memory of calling kwanboa 'vegetation', and then knowing that I had to get out of there before anyone twigged as to what was going on. The communication between my brain and my mouth gets garbled sometimes, like that 'telephone' game with about twenty people. What I think is not what I say, and what I say takes a while and doesn't make any sense.

I got about halfway down the stairs to get to the tunnel when suddenly some little voice in the back of my head screamed "OMG too many people get your butt out of here!". I frightened a security lady when I sprinted past her through the tunnel, and I don't think I breathed until I hit the parking lot, where I spent a very therapeutic half hour kicking the snowbanks hard, muttering to myself, and sitting on the asphalt sobbing. I'm not entirely sure what was wrong, but I feel better for it. The corner behind the shed is a very good place to be alone. Quiet, with a good view of the pines, and out of sight from most places, plus you can see people coming before they can see you.

My mouth still isn't working right. Fortunately my fingers seem unaffected.