I've spent the last two weeks working on this mega lab report and presentation for the project I've been working on. I must have typed the word "analysis" at least 50 times and I have to concentrate for each one. Usually "anal" flows right from the fingertips but it takes a half second for them to react to the second part. Beats me. I just know it's getting annoying every time this word slows me down.
A new Wawa opened up this week on my way to work. Gas station and all. I got gas there on Monday after putting the gas light to the test. I'm pretty excited because it's much bigger than the mini-wawa it replaced just a half mile up the road. Also it means a Wawa gas station semi-close to home. That means free compressed air! Yeah I know what you're thinking. "So what? Who cares about that?" You would if you had a slow leak in your left rear tire. The leak isn't bad enough to really warrant replacing the tire/rim so I put up with it. So free air at the gas station saves me quarters for wash.
Watch this. It makes me laugh every time I see the monkey.
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