While I'm sitting here typing up notes the manuscript for a first edition of a text book (Verdict? Very good! Only one chapter needs significant work before sending out for peer review. I think we should all be happy about that. This parenthetical statement has screwed up my sentence punctuation and I'm not going fix it.) . . . Oh, bag that sentence. I'll start over.
While I'm sitting here typing up notes on the manuscript for a first edition of a text book with Hong Kong Phooey on in the background a certain eleven-year-old is checking her stocks.
I know it's a school assignment, but I still feel like I was passed up along the way. She's mumbling about dividends and golden parachutes while I laugh at seventies-era karate dogs.
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