garran | It was as I was removing it to clean beneath it, so yes, it was probably my fault

This (late) afternoon, a key fell off of my laptop. Rather than evincing any sensible reaction, such as trying to work out how to fix it, or just typing on the newly bare stump of its function (which still works), I've spent the evening trying to speak lipogrammatically without the missing letter. So far, I've been managing pretty well, though I'll probably cast off my arbitrary chains the moment it turns out actually to be any significant inconvenience.

Among the things I can't say while I keep to this restriction:

Cola's real name, or mine.
Most of the usual names for the religiously numinous.
The most basic conjunctions.
A lot of things in the past tense.

Last night, I was triumphantly able to complete an essay for English class, which I went on to turn in this morning (my professor was sick, so I left it just within his office by the usual means. On my way to school, before I knew about that class' cancellation, I saw two of my classmates from it walking along 49th on exactly the wrong trajectory to get there on time; I was in remarkable confusion about what this might signify -- might I have somehow lost two hours? Or they, got two back? Were they aliens, with some clever machine by which they might seem, to anyone who saw them, to be some familiar but not well-known acquaintance? -- until I got to class, so learning the truth.) Tomorrow there is a kanji quiz as well as an Existentialism exam, after which I may relax somewhat about schoolwork at least for the rest of the week -- that is to say, the last part of the week. Man, this paragraph was troublesome.

It is, in fact, a long last-part-of-the-week, because of Thanksgiving. (Yes, really, America.) It is also time for V-Con, but I probably won't go.