I wish I was baller, I wish I had a girl with a phone I would call her.
Sorry, caught up in some obsolete 90s rap.
Srsly though. I have just spent more than a week trying to write about the aurora borealis, rockets and rocket instrumentation. Ok, more accurately I've been writing about someone who knows about that stuff and basically discovered what the eff the northern lights are anyways. BTW - I think they're electrons or something. I wish everything I had to write had to do with post-soviet transition, war crimes and/or theories of nationalism. Or how to make Nanaimo bars and distract toddlers.
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I make the same wish every day at work. I have so far managed to fool people into thinking I'm smart, but some day they will catch on.
Mmmm, nanaimo bars.
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