(which I still can't spell, thank you very much.)
It's time to balance those equations again, unavoidably, inevitably, painstakingly. The girl who sits next to me today was quite impressed that I knew combustion reactions make carbon dioxide and water. I wonder if she'd be so impressed if she knew how many mistakes I usually make trying to balance the charges on either side of the reactions, especially when you have to add electrons because, as you all well know, electrons have a negative charge and there are some neurons in my brain that gets hiccups from trying to ingest the idea of the little dash before the numbers.
I have given up all logical attempts to explain this glitch. Practice does not get rid of it, double checking does not get rid of it, writing out the problem in a tediously slow manner does nothing for it. In short, it's, I think, a system flaw.
Oh dear, and rebooting doesn't work either.
The lounge was more occupied than usual lately, possibly because of the sudden increase in studying preceeding the midterms. I wonder what that guy was doing throwing a ball of socks around though. But the first floor piano music goes on and my roommate comes back late as per usual and Ian's hair is bluer than ever so life here is still, more or less (ambivalence as a way of life, yes), normal.
And the aphids are still at the mums.
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