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Hello. My husband who is a funny bastard just purchased this:

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And I feel all special, like that girl must have felt when X-treme wrote that smash hit More Than Words.

The delightful housemates are home - they brought the tshirt (which K had posted to their temporary Californian address) and also some other equally odd but fantastic gifts - large theology tomes and a measuring jug for "cups" - the inane American measuring system that I complain loudly about every time I go to cook using an American recipe.

In more hopeful news, I looked myself up in the dictionary and was royally disappointed.

neuro- or neur-
pref.

  1. Nerve: neuroblast.
  2. Neural: neuropathology.

[Greek, sinew, string, from neuron. See (s)neu- in Indo-European Roots.]

*Quantum leap*

In more pressing news, I is study and no do good. Failure imminent. Drinking beer for pain. I WANT TO GO HOME IGGY!* I DONE MY BIT!


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*Iggy being the calculator thing/supereme all knowing being or some such in that old baffling tv series Quantum Leap. Who knew God was a little multicoloured calculator?

Posted by neuro-praxis on May 10, 2005 09:26 PM, in the category
Comments

send me one of those shirts in 10 years as well - but don't tell certain women from church!
If beer doesnt help anymore try hallocinogens.

Posted by: alien German alien at May 10, 2005 11:27 PM

Nice to see you dropping my, my lovely German alien. :)

I've purchased the mushrooms and am ready to pop.

Posted by: neuro-praxis at May 11, 2005 12:17 AM

Oh the 'toil,sweat and blood'-ing I have done over this essay which has taken me all week. It has very rudely prevented me from studying for the exam that I shall sit on Friday. Thank you for blogging in amidst the pain the studyness. It has remained as a soft,dewy light in the midst of this dark, cloudy essay world of mine. I miss you bud, we shall have to rencontrer once we emerge from the month of muck. God bless you my child.

Posted by: debo at May 11, 2005 04:06 PM

Oh dear, I can't even speak anymore. Note:amidst the pain the studyness. *sigh*

Posted by: debo at May 11, 2005 05:40 PM

I don't get the t-shirt. Is the happily married bride pointing at an enormous mound of elephant crap?

Big mistake indeed.

Posted by: bonzo at May 11, 2005 07:59 PM