Monica was invited to Sylvia's potluck, and since everybody there is a vegetarian, vegan, or hippie, she elected to make a vegan paella. That's nice and tasty. We went shopping and bought a load of canned vegetables and tomato paste.

I go to class and Monica does her potluck thing.

M: Nancy can I use your salt
N: Yeah go ahead

M: Can i use your pepper too lol
N: Yeah go nuts

M: Can i borrow your can opener
N: Yep

M: Your can opener is killing me

Ikea Stam can opener

The trick with this one is to put it down horizontally on the can with the handle facing straight up, put your hands together, and pray.

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The initial term budget passed, as expected, and I conscripted a web and photo editor from the ranks of noobs. Shivani has also offered up her account for Dragon Age: Inquisition, but 1) it'd take me days to download and install it with the internet service in this place, 2) can my computer really run it? 3) do I have sixty+ hours to spare this term?

Turning into a ball of mush. The Star is running a series on assisted suicide and this article really got to me. 

After the drugs were administered, Elizabeth was moved to the nearby bed. She asked Eric to lie with her as she faded away.

He cradled her head in his arms.

They’d chosen the Snow Patrol song “Chasing Cars” to play at this moment.

The haunting lyrics played: “If I just I just lay here/Would you lie with me/And just forget the world.”

She held his hand. They were silent. Listening.

“I could feel the life go out of her. Then I just lay there for a while. I didn’t want to let go.”

Had some eight-hour panic about the risk of ectopic pregnancies with IUDs but the chances of it happening without one is six times higher... so, eh. I've already made up my mind. 

On the "girl, that's just disturbing" front I was rewatching some of my favourite cutscenes from a game (lame, yeah) and realized that... well, if I tilt my head, a certain elf resembles a certain human.  

Bad girl. Bad. Bad. Urghhhhh.

(There are no puppy eyes, my ass.)