My computer turned blue and then shut off completely, and now I’ve lost the essay I was working on. Please tell me there is someone technologically inclined that can fix this.
Did you, by any chance, happen to save any of it before your computer crashed?
Nobody likes a summer cold. Doesn’t your dormitory have a medicine cabinet of some sort?
Somehow I don’t think Kingston keeps anything beyond anti-inflammatories or party favors in their medicine cabinet.
Does anyone think it’s too late to go for a coffee run?
I don’t think too late exists. Unless, of course, insomnia is an issue for you.
Then I’d stay off the liquid crack.
Running quickly through the dark fields of Heathfield Institution, it was a habit that Marcus often adapted between his many time-consuming activities; midnight jogs along the campus. He pauses; however, at the strange person to be found alone at the dead of night.
"Running, huh?" Virginia asked, without looking up from her sketch pad. She sat cross-legged on the bench nearby. "How does physical activity work out for you? I tried it for a while, but decided it wasn’t actually for me." It was a lie, considering her love of track, but she didn’t really consider herself much of a conversationalist and sarcasm generally shut people up pretty fast.
"Oh," she said surprised, eyes widening, when she finally lifted her gaze.
I swear I would do just about anything just to get some Robitussin or Buckley’s at this point. Colds suck.
David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day