Hey, He Asked

Snippets from phone conversation with my father this evening:

Dad: How are you?
Me: Pretty good. I pulled the biggest tonsil stone ever out of my throat last night. So that was sort of painful.
Dad: Thank you for sharing that.
Me: You're welcome! I tried to take pictures, but they kept coming out too blurry.
Dad: *laughs*
Me: Oh, you think I'm joking.

Seriously you guys, it is very hard to get a digital camera to work when you're adjusting it one-handed and pointing the lens into your own mouth, even (especially?) with autofocus.

I Am So Snarky In Writing

I'm cleaning out some boxes (how are there always more boxes? Do they breed?), and I found a notebook from my last semester of college, with notes from three of the classes I was taking. I was flipping through to see if there's anything I want to keep (snippets of Valmaiverse stuff and some of Seen and Spoken's first draft plotting!), and saw notations in the margins that I didn't remember making until I looked at them again. Apparently, I was writing down phrases that specific classmates of mine were using - usually in my 18th Century Lit course - and tallying how often they'd say the same thing over the course of one lecture.

Looking at my notes made me vividly remember the dude who said "at the end of the day" five times in one question to our professor, which irritates me as much in memory as it must have done at the time. Still, I'm kind of rolling my eyes at myself for keeping a tally. Robyn! Don't be so mean!