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azurelunatic) wrote2003-10-07 08:19 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-10-07 08:19 pm
Brain go boom; body go *perk* *perk*
Have been reading the Amelia Peabody mysteries, ones that hadn't been at the DeVry library. The Cholla branch of the Phoenix library is lacking as well; not all of them are present there. But there are more....
Given that my brain has been fairly well useless today, I elected to go give plasma, on grounds that my body is in good shape. Aside from the cuff pinching, and the abysmal Resident Evil on the screens, all went well.
On the way back, some idiots were drag racing, and this resulted in a spectacular accident, which blocked 19th Ave just north of Indian School. The other man at the bus stop with me saw the race, and the white car (which we later saw flipped; the bus had to detour) pulling in front of the little low grey-primered Honda, which evidently after doing the racing, turned right around, came screeching back south down 19th Ave (I saw this), smoked its tires stopping at the red at Indian School, then roared off West down Indian School. The other guy at the bus stop said its bumper was hanging, and predicted that the driver would be riding the bus with us soon.
Tonight's my night for junk food. Jack-in-the-Crack's junk food. I was hungry, not being used to donating, and having skipped breakfast.
Given that my brain has been fairly well useless today, I elected to go give plasma, on grounds that my body is in good shape. Aside from the cuff pinching, and the abysmal Resident Evil on the screens, all went well.
On the way back, some idiots were drag racing, and this resulted in a spectacular accident, which blocked 19th Ave just north of Indian School. The other man at the bus stop with me saw the race, and the white car (which we later saw flipped; the bus had to detour) pulling in front of the little low grey-primered Honda, which evidently after doing the racing, turned right around, came screeching back south down 19th Ave (I saw this), smoked its tires stopping at the red at Indian School, then roared off West down Indian School. The other guy at the bus stop said its bumper was hanging, and predicted that the driver would be riding the bus with us soon.
Tonight's my night for junk food. Jack-in-the-Crack's junk food. I was hungry, not being used to donating, and having skipped breakfast.
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You can actually describe how you go about training "chickens" and thereby get the information out about the actual experiment-in-session.
A bird of another feather... *bok bok*
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