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And I'm not happy about it. Yesterday I felt fine, washing dishes,
making Sushu-inspired food that used bok choy (yes, it was hers, but it
was getting old in the fridge), soy sauce, and
sugar, which is probably the true measure of how pan-asian one's
cooking has become. I even made a comment to Becca about how she was
sniffling, and was it possible she was getting sick? And then, wham, I
wake up this morning with a stuffy nose and a sore throat and all sorts
of cotton-headedness that resulted in my giving all the people this
morning for the tour to my co-tour guide, going to the McCormick lounge
(henceforth the Nap Room, because I don't really know how to spell
McCormick and because people are always asleep there at any given
moment), and snoozing before my Russian morphology class, in which I
was given homework! Not just "think about this aspect and we'll talk
about it next time," but genuine, written work to hand in! I'm the only
student! Have some mercy on me! But at least that class finished early
and I had time to get a brownie to have with my coffee before
semantics, in which we really started buckling down to the nittygritty
of defining various terms using some logical notation we've developed.
( Semantics babble )
In mouse world, my sonic repellent came yesterday, and I plugged it in. And I could hear it. Oh, boy, could I hear it. This is bad, because although the mice are not performing ballets underneath the floorboards anymore, they have gotten more adventurous, which is a problem in my room, because there is a convenient hole for them to poke their noses out of right underneath my radiator. I saw a mousey scamper back in there last night. It was very small--2 inches maybe--but the fact that it had become so bold made me concerned that the repellent was intolerable to my ears. Fortunately, though, since they're not making noise anymore, I can tell myself that this is just the beginning step before they relocate, and as long as the mouse in my room doesn't do anything inconvenient, like die somewhere unreachable and become smelly, I can deal with a two-inch neighbor for a few days until he realizes he won't find food amidst my scattered papers and books. And speaking of food, I believe that it's now ramen time.
Update: I've just taken the time to look over that semantics homework, and I've got to say that I'm very, very excited to see exactly what I got wrong. I missed something huge! I deserved exactly what I got, and now the only thing that makes me unhappy is the fact that the TA or professor (I don't know their handwriting yet) thought that something I did on purpose was a mistake. Namely, I purposefully named some morpheme a letter that does not translate from the IPA font to the regular fonts on campus computers (from which I print), because it shows up then as an empty box. And we used that symbol before in class: that is, we call some undefined morphemes "box." I thought I was being so clever, and the grader thought it was a careless mistake! Hmmph.
( Semantics babble )
In mouse world, my sonic repellent came yesterday, and I plugged it in. And I could hear it. Oh, boy, could I hear it. This is bad, because although the mice are not performing ballets underneath the floorboards anymore, they have gotten more adventurous, which is a problem in my room, because there is a convenient hole for them to poke their noses out of right underneath my radiator. I saw a mousey scamper back in there last night. It was very small--2 inches maybe--but the fact that it had become so bold made me concerned that the repellent was intolerable to my ears. Fortunately, though, since they're not making noise anymore, I can tell myself that this is just the beginning step before they relocate, and as long as the mouse in my room doesn't do anything inconvenient, like die somewhere unreachable and become smelly, I can deal with a two-inch neighbor for a few days until he realizes he won't find food amidst my scattered papers and books. And speaking of food, I believe that it's now ramen time.
Update: I've just taken the time to look over that semantics homework, and I've got to say that I'm very, very excited to see exactly what I got wrong. I missed something huge! I deserved exactly what I got, and now the only thing that makes me unhappy is the fact that the TA or professor (I don't know their handwriting yet) thought that something I did on purpose was a mistake. Namely, I purposefully named some morpheme a letter that does not translate from the IPA font to the regular fonts on campus computers (from which I print), because it shows up then as an empty box. And we used that symbol before in class: that is, we call some undefined morphemes "box." I thought I was being so clever, and the grader thought it was a careless mistake! Hmmph.
