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Overheard in the office about forty minutes ago:

"She's pissed at me because her mice aren't breeding. I told her, I'm an admin, it's not like I can make them hump."

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HOO BOY.

*shakes vigorously, spraying water everywhere*

Now THIS is a rainstorm! I was utterly drenched just walking the half mile to the El, and when I got down into the station I stripped off my coat (fabric) and overshirt and rode all the way home in my only-slightly-damp shirtsleeves. It's awesome! Like a hundred million hot dogs!

It's just like Oregon all over again. I stopped on my way home and bought some bread and I am going to have bread with jam, and I will tell you why (aside from "bread with jam" also being awesome).

When I started undergrad, the first thing I bought was a bread knife. I rode the bus allllll the way out to the local thrift store, bought my bread knife, and walked outside into a torrential downpour of dangerous proportions. By the time I got to the bus stop I was so drenched that I thought hey...I have a bread knife...I might as well buy some bread! So I stopped at Great Harvest and bought a loaf of sourdough and then plodded the three or four blocks back to campus, where I ducked into the nearest dormitory and prevailed upon a young woman of my acquaintance (and deep if unrequited passion) to share her butter and jam with me.

Since then, when I am caught off-guard by an epic rainstorm, my first thoughts are of buttered bread with jam.

Well, it helps keep the mind off one's soaking wet trousers.

So, I did not go to Kinko's to get my resume copied nor did I go to the laundromat, but that is what Saturday Mornings are for!