i have a banking midterm tomorrow. and i think this one might be hard. i might have to study for this one. i was thinking about it, and i can't remember studying in college. i must have. i vaguely remember typing for hours, and going to sheetz. but not studying. it feels alien to me. honestly, how did i matriculate?
sarah is searching for a new title. and while i think all my suggestions are worthwhile and helpful, she hasn't sent me a letter of thanks yet. so please, flood sarah with your helpful hints and insightful blog titles. bare naked sarahs? all my clever seems to be gone...

because mary and i are evil we were almost literally rolling on the floor this morning after reading an internal job description notice. mary couldn't form words, and i had to hide in the kitchen (you know how in the summer sometimes i have to hide under my desk, it was like that) to compose myself. it was such spectacle that chris asked us what we were laughing about and almost seemed amused when we told him. the desired employee must be able to grasp with fingers and palm on an object. the desired employee must be able to withstand fumes, gases and dust with little ventilation. the desired employee must be able to follow detailed, but uninvolved instructions using common sense. how much common sense can you expect to have after inhaling all that gas?