Middle of the term, fair to middlin'. I think I'm going to pass, though possibly by just as slim a margin as last term.
My throat feels kind of raw after the long climb up to the lookout. Am I getting a cold? I'd really rather not.
Oh, well. Take C, hold a chewable in my mouth and let it trickle down my throat. Drink tea, put some pop in it for sweetener and flavor amendment, and more C. Appreciate the near-full Moon out the lookout windows. Go downstairs and kiss Kathe -- she already has all your bugs. Get some studying done.
[The following portion relocated from 4 February 2006, on account of an added link]
Fair is fair. Most people can agree on that. Beyond that, they will all have different ideas of what fair is, besides "fair".
But George W. Bush's idea of F.A.I.R. is one of the weirdest I've seen yet: he defines "fair" as "letting the asbestos companies off the hook for knowingly poisoning people."
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Gee."\\
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The S.O. of a friend of mine, exposed to fluffy asbestos years ago, went in to be treated for a cough earlier this year and was dead three weeks later. This stuff lurks in the lungs a long time and then it strikes hard. If anybody reading this was ever exposed to asbestos, educate yourself now and get your affairs in order!
Not to be a panicmonger or anything...
This is Peni
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