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cosmolinguistSarah should be reading Frederick Douglass's Narrative of a Life, but she's not. She's sitting on the floor, hunched over like a gnome, dozing and bobbing up every now and then.
She's also playing better music, today. Yay!
Edit: This is a better story.
Sarah is talking to a friend on the phone. I'm not really paying attention, being in the other room and singing Dave Matthews songs under my breath as I contemplate reading more of Jane Eyre. I heard her hang up the phone, though (well, I hear it beep when she pushes the "off" button; this is the 21st century after all) and then she says, "I meant to say 'see you in a bit' and then I changed it to 'while' and ... "
I thought I knew where this was going, so I said, "Did you say 'bile'?!"
"No," she said. Aw, man. "I said 'whit.' "
" 'Bile' would've been cooler," I said. She didn't think so.
"Well, this way it still means the same thing," I said. "It sounds British or something. Isn't 'whit' a word that means, you know, a little bit? 'I don't care a whit for that,' or something."
"Yes, but I was thinking w-i-t," Sarah said, spelling it out. "Like witty."
"Yes, I know," I said. "But it's a different word!"
"Well, that's not what I said," she told me. "And since I said it, I am right."
Such dictatorial friends I have.
Speaking of which, Matthew is for some strange reason actually going to drive here this weekend so I can see him, and The Matrix: Revolutions, much earlier than I had previously thought. Now that he's agreed to it, I'm being self-conscious about inconveniencing him, but I guess I'm obviously not forcing him to do anything. I don't think I could get him to do anything against his will, anyway.
She's also playing better music, today. Yay!
Edit: This is a better story.
Sarah is talking to a friend on the phone. I'm not really paying attention, being in the other room and singing Dave Matthews songs under my breath as I contemplate reading more of Jane Eyre. I heard her hang up the phone, though (well, I hear it beep when she pushes the "off" button; this is the 21st century after all) and then she says, "I meant to say 'see you in a bit' and then I changed it to 'while' and ... "
I thought I knew where this was going, so I said, "Did you say 'bile'?!"
"No," she said. Aw, man. "I said 'whit.' "
" 'Bile' would've been cooler," I said. She didn't think so.
"Well, this way it still means the same thing," I said. "It sounds British or something. Isn't 'whit' a word that means, you know, a little bit? 'I don't care a whit for that,' or something."
"Yes, but I was thinking w-i-t," Sarah said, spelling it out. "Like witty."
"Yes, I know," I said. "But it's a different word!"
"Well, that's not what I said," she told me. "And since I said it, I am right."
Such dictatorial friends I have.
Speaking of which, Matthew is for some strange reason actually going to drive here this weekend so I can see him, and The Matrix: Revolutions, much earlier than I had previously thought. Now that he's agreed to it, I'm being self-conscious about inconveniencing him, but I guess I'm obviously not forcing him to do anything. I don't think I could get him to do anything against his will, anyway.