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the mobile war-machine {cornell tasp 2003}

well, there were just a flurry of posts today, so I'm wrong.

one thing to remember: always press "post and publish." don't just hit post.

one tasp memory:

I was in the dining room, and Isa comes out of the kitchen holding his hand -- his finger was bleeding. I asked him something on the lines of "Jesus, man, what the fuck did you do to yourself?"

Apparently he had been cleaning out the fridge or something (side note: if any of you ever left the fridge door open, I have a bucket of icy cold, greenish water in a bucket for you) and had caught his finger in the metal grating inside and cut it to the bone.

I got out the first aid kit and taped him up, and he was thence fine.

memory two: more of a generalized trend, really -- watching Cornell II people going all woozy all around, but being the only one to have a bedtime set by Xian because I was the lucky one to be sitting across from him when I dozed off.