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October 5, 2008 I can handle your envy 
Anyone want to guess how much fun it is to study for an early-Monday-morning grammar test after a young child has woken you up several times overnight, while you are recovering from a cold and the young child in question is now refusing to engage in any independent play whatsoever? (Mummy, I'm hungry. Mummy, can I have another minigo? Mummy, can I watch a Scooby Doo on your computer? Mummy, can I play a game on your old computer? Mummy, pretend I am a cat and this is my house and it is night time. Pretend you could hear my computer and you said 'meow!' Mummy, my Boots lost his hair! Mummy, did they paint my Dora doll? Mummy, how do you spell 'read'? Mummy, how did they make my Dora doll? Mummy, pretend I am the baby monster and you are the mummy and daddy monster, and the baby monster wants to learn how to fly.") Oh, it's even more fun than that. So much more fun I can't tell you. If I tried to tell you how fun it was, I would certainly break several important rules of english grammar, not to mention arouse the attention of the internet censors (if there were any). To use the the subject matter I am studying, it is so much fun that I [present + think] Frances [present + be + -ing + go] to [present + kill] me. This [past + can + have + -en + be + -ing amuse], if I weren't so fricking tired [subjunctive mood, expressing a wish or condition contrary to fact]. Posted by Andrea at October 5, 2008 9:54 AM under The Supposedly Mature Student EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Grammar? You poor thing. I won't even trade for my &%*%&$*ing bulletin board project, which hardly sounds like something one should even be graded on in graduate school, does it? Here's a cookie. Sugar free and yet still magically delicious, naturally. Posted by: Gwen at October 5, 2008 11:08 AM
Oh, my. I spent yesterday morning feeling much the same, but at least the bit I was working on was a knit design — less time-sensitive than your quiz. Posted by: Pork with Bones at October 5, 2008 2:34 PM
Poor sweetie. I'll be sending you good thoughts tomorrow for your test. I spent a small chunk of today still recovering from my cold while not really being able to follow most of the shop-talk at a gathering of like-minded artist-professionals/friends which I theoretically organized in the first place. But since the cold in question is the same one I gave to YOU, I guess I'm probably not gonna draw much sympathy on that one. ;) Posted by: Greg, aka theboyfriend at October 5, 2008 6:56 PM
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