… when you accidently punch your friend in the nuts? It’s not like I meant to, but he attempted to tickle and I thrashed because I didn’t want to be tickled. (Actually, I tend to thrash even when I don’t mind being tickled, but this time I really didn’t want to be tickled.) The next thing I know, his face was contorted and really red and he was cussing and seemed to be having serious trouble breathing and I wondered if I should begin to fear for my life (or his). I’ve been told that sort of thing is really, really painful, so I immediately apologized, of course. Profusely, even.…

What’s the protocol for asking your current research professor to write a letter of recommendation for another research opportunity, a “sabbatical” of sorts? Eep. We’ll see in a few months if I’ve been working hard enough… *fingers crossed*

(News section, pages 1 and 3, PDF. Full paper, pages 1, 3-8, PDF.) I have to say, this week’s Thorn was the best of year thus far. We may get a lotof flaq for our story on the administration, and unfortunately it will probably hit Luke hardest (hence his concern as both writer and a co-editor-in-chief). But holy hell if this wasn’t the most fun, interesting, and pertinent issue I’ve poured energy into putting together. I did the fun gun layout on page 3 (including a picture of a damned sexy Glock), shook up the front page a little, and had three friggin’ awesome stories. I spent the early part…

I was an idiot to bet on sleep tonight. I lose. I am very, very bitchy tonight. I am also coming upon the end of my endurance. Mother-dear is coming out this weekend.