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epitome of incomprehensibility
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5 hours straight on the computer, tutoring, 4-9 pm. How did that happen? Sure, I set those hours as availabilities, but I didn't think they'd all fill up. Sure, there's 5 minutes between classes, but switching from one to another takes time. And by the last class I was making mistakes in simple addition and saying "tomorrow" when I meant next week.
I wouldn't be this complain-y if my salary were the same as when I work face-to-face (that is, more than minimum wage).
Anyway, my point is that a piece of blueberry pie with a handful of baby carrots on the side is a perfectly acceptable choice for a late supper.
After all, supper can be onion rings with a half pint of Guinness after a class at Universal Discord... Ah yes, and then a friend expressed doubt that I was James Joyce reincarnated because a) he would drink MORE and b) onion rings weren't very Irish. But did James Joyce traffic in Irishness? Wasn't that W. B. Yeats' shtick? And I'd take a calamari ring, only SOME people are hogging them... well, to be fair, they bought it... I'll trade... let's not be all "my food is more expensive, I'm not sharing it"; whatever happened to Everything I Know About Dead Irish Authors I Learned in Kindergarten?
By the time I get to the university named after some poor dead general, I will have learned a valuable lesson about supper and friendship. Or not.
Things fall apart - the centre cannot hold - mere anarchy is loosed upon the world -
Mmm. That was good pie.
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