current away message

me: (on the phone to ben just now) so, i'm gonna die before 9am, then i'm gonna fail the qual, and then i'm going to impale myself on a pencil when it's done at noon

ben: ok, we really need to work on your ridiculous story telling ability... you can't just permute the ridiculous events and expect me to pretend to believe it... how are you going to fail *after* you die, and why bother impaling yourself if you've already been dead at least 3 hours... i have faith in you, and i think you just need some sleep

heh... we shall see... night y'all