Notes
It is a cold and dreary day.
I'm getting nowhere.
It is a bright and sunny day.
Still getting nowhere.
It is a day where I accidentally murdered Christian with a piece of buttered toast and gave Mia a kernel of korn to eat.
Indeed. Hmm….what is the teacher going on about?
"Amy?"
"Yes?"
"What the hell am I supposed to be paying attention to?"
"If you were paying attention, you'd know!"
Puppy dog look.
"She's having a discussion on whether Herbriinger's magical theory was more correct before or after the experiments."
"A very obviously individual debate…she's talking to herself again, batty old lady."
"No, she's showing both points of view."
"You're too euphemistic."
"No, I am very pessimistic. Now get on with your notes."
Fat lot of help. Am I supposed to know who Herbriinger is?
"Amy?"
"Yes, what now?"
"Who's Herbriinger?"
"Look it up yourself."
"Um….no."