Pacific Tree Frogs

Just so you guys know why this post is so short. I had a good three pages of post written, and I pushed the wrong button, and it's gone. All of it. So I will merely summarize what was there, minus the snark.

I have almost finished my nonfiction article, ahead of time. Blah blah blah about you all having heart attacks.

My theory professor has the same butter dish as Derrida, and so she bought the movie of his life, featuring the actual guy sitting in his kitchen talking to the cameras about his theory. In this movie, you can see the butter dish. We have to have an extra class day to watch the movie. Gripe, gripe, gripe about how I had planned stuff out for the first time in my life and something went wrong. More blah blah blah about how it isn't really a big deal.

I'm about to finish my article, blah blah blah about frogs. Yeah, that was the title, and I was really going on about it too. But now you'll have to miss it, because I'm a bit sore about the wrong button thing.

Then I pushed the wrong button and had to start over. But after spending all that time crafting a fine piece of blog art, I can't afford to spend another however long that was crafting a replacement. Certainly not because of a wrong button. I would rename the post, but that was the only thing left over from the wrong button purge, so I'm attached to it. Silly, I know.

I was planning on telling you about the cheese sticks I'm eating, but now I'm just going to tell you that I was eating cheese sticks and post this.

I was eating cheese sticks. End.