Muaaaa...fun with binary!

( Conversation with a computer named Hal... )

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Today in Costumes, I tried to squeeze between David and the garbage while he was working at the end of his table, and he pressed back and pinned me to the garbage can.

Can you picture what I'm saying? Basically, he was rubbing his ass on my crotch.

Now, he just DOES things like that, and I dunno when he's going to do it again. Or something similar.

For this reason, I think it might be a sound precaution to start packing regularly. Problem is, the best I've got is a rolled-up sock. Hmm.

I hate socks. They move. A lot. And tape destroys the fabric of my shorts. Hmmf.

I need to study. It's too damn late to start reading two Psych chapters. Gah.