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I realize this is gross, but I wish I'd stop picking at the scabs on my face. Why is that so hard? There's one on the corner of my mouth, which is the worst. I don't know how it'll ever go away.

One of my students put the units on an answer as "slugs" today. I had to look it up to see whether it was right. I have no idea what a slug is. (Well, now I do, it's a unit of mass in the English Customary System. I don't know how much mass it is, though, because I wasn't paying that much attention.)

I should really be more careful when I'm at the board in class, though. Or take to insisting that I'm making mistakes to keep my students on their toes. (This I would have to do like Csaba, and I'm not sure whether or not I have the force of personality. Actually, in that situation, I might. I'd have to do it consciously, but I could probably swing it. Especially if I made it sometimes true.)

I made shells and "cheese" tonight with a little of the pesto Cedar made and froze last week, and it was really good. Even though where the package says that the "good texture can withstand quite a bit of overcooking" I believe I have thoroughly proven that it cannot withstand even as much cooking as the package suggests. Way to go. The pasta's not that bad, but it infuriates me, because of how it claims I don't need to be nearly as paranoid about overcooking it as I actually do.