And all I hope is that I'm above National Borderline. Won't know 'til November, though.
As I walked out toward the restroom during the mid-test 15-minute break, the radio in the receptionist's office was playing "Boulevard of Broken Dreams." Good thing I don't believe in omens.
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A crow stared at me for an hour and a half while I was typing a paper yesterday.
Maybe it was looking for you.
Or maybe he just wanted a quarter for the vending machine.
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