Molly's still sleeping. Well.
I studied math this morning, took down the Christmas tree (as may be leaving tomorrow), and watered plants. Then I went to harvest my crops out there in the fields. I saw a giant rabbit there...it's roughtly the size of Anna's cat, Isis. On the way there I also saw a dead crow and while unlocking my bike for the return trip there was a chicken.
The fields where I grew the spinach and lettuce and stuff is directly across from the student's organic-farming project. They have chickens. The chickens were out loose, for some reason. There was a white chicken cross the road except, as you can see from my title of the post, it never quite managed. It stopped half way, paused, pecked around a bit, then turned around and went back, paused, then turned and so on. It never made it to the other half of the road while I was there, and I was contemplating whether or not the chicken might've came across Hamlet in its previous reincarnation.
I have also contributed to the soil erosion problem. There is enough mud on the bottom of my shoe for a miniture garden.
But enough about the fun stuff, it's time to get back to math....
And thank you, Lucy. Glad you liked the story. :-)
[edit 5:38]
Because of finals, we have set quiet hours as 21 hours a day, meaning that the only time when we're allowed to talk outside of our rooms while we're in the dorms is between 5pm and 8pm. I was out in the lounge (roommate having brought a friend over) when 5pm occurred. So fun to watch. Rebecca was running around and people were CELEBRATING the end of quiet hours (but, you have to give it to them, when the hours are here it's really, really quiet. To the point of being creepy.) and we had an invigorating discussion on widgets and found out how many seconds were left until Christmas.
HOliday cheer sneaks up on us all, finals or no.
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WIDGETS!
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