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Mar. 23rd, 2006 07:52 pmPlease tell me that Dana's brother dies.
That's really all I wanted to post, but seems too short.
Four days a week I walk up eight flights of stairs to my math class. With every step a 50 pound backpack gains four pounds. I only have five minutes to get there from my previous class so I'm in a hurry, add the fact that due to a cold I have nowhere near enough oxygen and you get a very gaspy Briel. The insulting thing? At the top of the stairs on a bulletin board. "Fighting an Uphill Battle. The effect of incline on the metabolism of fiddler crabs." Gasp. Gasp. Gasp.
That's really all I wanted to post, but seems too short.
Four days a week I walk up eight flights of stairs to my math class. With every step a 50 pound backpack gains four pounds. I only have five minutes to get there from my previous class so I'm in a hurry, add the fact that due to a cold I have nowhere near enough oxygen and you get a very gaspy Briel. The insulting thing? At the top of the stairs on a bulletin board. "Fighting an Uphill Battle. The effect of incline on the metabolism of fiddler crabs." Gasp. Gasp. Gasp.
