My math skills were vindicated. I was asked another math problem that I was able to do and conclusively prove that the answer that was given for this problem was in fact, wrong. The square root of 97 does not come out to be a nice number.
Even better than that, I got to sing the quadratic formula song: (to the tune of pop-goes-the-weasel) x is equal to negative b plus or minus square root of b squared minus four a c all over 2 a.
Now try and forget that.
Last time, I said that I was addicted to coffee. That is not entirely true. I am consumed by it. And I happily consume it.
There is always room and time for coffee. Always. No rush is more important than a chance of sitting back and relaxing to a nice slow bar brew.
This is me taking my 10 minutes to smell the roses as I go by.
I have now gone 4 for 4: been to a coffee shop 4 days in a row. One of those shops I've returned to for the last 3 days. (I'm hoping to go for a 5th)
But all of this coffee does have a use: adjusting to time zones while traveling. I had to switch three hours when I went to Chicago, so I front loaded my day with TONS of coffee. It was great! Maybe not healthy, but after 5 or so shots before lunch, your afternoon is magical. Unless you're trapped inside of a seminar, like I was. Then you just sit there and look left. Then right. Then left. Then right. Then at your watch. Isthisseminaroveryet?CanIleaveandgorun?Hey,thatguyjustsaidsomethingcool,didyoucatchthat?Oooo.Mypencanmakesquigglylines.CanIleaveandgorun? squiggle squiggle*
Then at night, you suddenly think that you are going to fall asl... snore*
Chicago is... a city. That is windy. And chilly. I only got out to explore one night, but I do have to return soon. I left myself a lot of openings for exploring then.
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