Her response was lukewarm.
Wrong, but you're getting warmer.
My husband is hot.
If I get home late, I'm toast.
Simmer down!
Starbucks was sizzling after class got out.
My brain is fried after that test.
We got so baked last night.
The boss roasted me for wanting time off.
She said no? Oh man, you got buuuuuurned!
First definition: "one, followed by writing zeroes until you got tired."
Awesome.
Google has jobs in Phoenix. And internships, which I think are paid. And also they have free lunch and dinner, which might include grilled cheese. All we'd need is, like, some computer-science education. I set the heat turn-on temperature higher last night, so the heat actually went on during the night. I think that was a good move, as I am not in my usual near-shivering state. I feel comfy. Hopefully I can stave off shivers all day. Unlikely. Maybe when my toes ice-crystalize I will tuck my fingers into my armpits and fantasize about Google's probable free grilled cheese. Yum!
OMG, I totally need to go to the gym. And jog. Maybe tomorrow I can get some good stretches in when I'm teaching my mom downward dog.
I need to clean this computer keyboard but I'm not sure with what. Windex? I wrote a paper and Powerpoint last night and tried to save them to a cd but the only option it was giving me was to "burn" them. That's for music, not 2-page essays! So when I take the disc to work today I'll find out whether they saved or not.
My digital-arts teacher says that if a cd jumps around, like it has scratches on it, and you copy it on your computer, the new cd will be virtually jump-free. He also says that the information is stored at the top of the cd, where the picture is, not at the bottom.
I wish I could listen to Yo Yo Ma playing Bach all day. I want to plow through roads in my mind and leave meadows.
