Baby steps.

http://news.livejournal.com/99159.html

Guess we'll see where this goes.

And am I the only one who is now insanely curious to see why pornish_pixies was so loved?

You know...

Sometimes, usually when I've been up wayyyyy too late working on something, sometimes I actually think I like my field of study.

Yes. Even Foucault.

And, relatedly, if I ever get a paper done before the night before it's due, I think it might be a miracle.

One. Question. To. Go.

I CAN DO IT.

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Huh.

Cue the phone ringing as I scramble to finish my paper.

Area code 418. I don't recognize the, so I don't answer the phone.

But I google it.

Turns out it's a farm with cows in Hébertville, Quebec. That would be, er, north of Québec City. A loooooong way away.

I figure it's a wrong number as they don't leave a message. And, you know, I know no one on a farm.

Exactly 10 minutes later, the same number calls back.

... and now they're calling back AGAIN, 2 minutes later.

Why on earth is a farm with cows calling me??? While I'm trying to finish my paper, of all things??