Anatomy Final is done.
On the one hand, yay its fucking done.
On the other? OMG, I need whiskey. I may have to take the damn class again. 😦 Depends on how well I did on the test. Because really? There is NO goddamn reason to name it the juxtamedullary nephron. And Henle, loops or otherwise are types of shirts.
Eat me, anatomy class. Eat me with gusto.
PS.
The last portion of Algebra Final is tomorrow.
*stares imaginary numbers in their wee beady eye and bares her teeth*
What are you up to today?
There is whiskey here that can be delivered.
You and You (ya’ll know who you are, *hug*)
are better than whiskey.
we might be better than whiskey, but us + whiskey is better than us 😉
I am planning on a nap, some porch time and ___whatever comes up___. *hug*
Responded via text, too.
Ran out of leftover change on the phone, can’t get text msg. 😛
Will come by this afternoon/evening. yay!
*pine*
The imaginary numbers think they can hide because they’re imaginary and all, but you just have to square ’em and then you can pick ’em off. Never knew what hit ’em.
Yup.