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Colds, eskimos and dissertations
I think I may have caught my flatmate's cold:( I've been verging on a sore throat all day. I've braced myself with vitamin C, but it may be too little too late. We'll see tommorrow I guess.
Today, I was kidnapped by tiny eskimo midgets and brought back to their secret Newfoundland base where they asked me my opinion on their new biscuit recipe. I was forced to flee when I suggested they used too much cinnamon. Actually, I just cleaned my flat, and took out enough books on my dissertation that the reciept was as long as my arm. I may even have worked on the dissertation, but that's neither here nor there.
Today, I was kidnapped by tiny eskimo midgets and brought back to their secret Newfoundland base where they asked me my opinion on their new biscuit recipe. I was forced to flee when I suggested they used too much cinnamon. Actually, I just cleaned my flat, and took out enough books on my dissertation that the reciept was as long as my arm. I may even have worked on the dissertation, but that's neither here nor there.