In the scheme of things, historically, this year's pie ultimately stacked up pretty well.
Though "heaped up" may be more accurate.
fiascos
In the scheme of things, historically, this year's pie ultimately stacked up pretty well.
Though "heaped up" may be more accurate.
There is a slight chance that I misjudged the appropriate volume of apples this year.
But whatever.
Thank you, cousins, for your heroic stifling of hysterics. And a Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Proving once and for all that I take napping to a whole new extreme, I have somehow managed to sustain a nerve injury most common to football players, car accident victims, and recently-birthed babies...by sleeping.
Because of course.
Though about as lost cause-y as it gets, this development is not great news for my League productivity (ironically?). Site repairs are on hold, and new posts may come even fewer and farther between than usual--but once I no longer have shooting pains down my arm I totally intend to make up for lost time. (Which there's been a lot of lately. Sorry about that.)
Anyway. Thanks for sticking with this crazy experiment of a blog through all its recent tribulations. To reward your patience, here's where all references to sloth should really lead:
See all blog birthdays here.
(P.S. Don't worry, they'll probably be fine.)
And for those who want to wear this reminder around the lab, here you go.
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