trivial...

Here I am, 3:30 in the a.m., less than 24 hours to go till the contest is done. We're in a semi-solid jelloish 2nd place right now--we're pretty sure we've pulled ahead of Six Feet Under in the last few questions. I'm looking forward to my next nap break--I'm not exactly tired, but my reactions and whatnot are definitely delayed. Lots of typos.

I want to go home--I miss my evilevi.

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Also, my left arm and hand has been tingly for most of the last day--I think I screwed up a nerve in there somewhere. Either that, or I'm having a really really long heart attack.

I'm leaning towards nerve stuff myself--my funny bone seems pretty sensitive, and goes off with the slightest provocation.

the perils of being popular

My trivia team, Skull Squadron, is a yearly favourite of other contestants as well as the trivia masters, and it inspires the oddest behaviours in them. Usually, they just yell SKULL SQUADRON! when announcing our name, but this weekend, their voices failed, and the the Trivia Grand Master Phred has decided to say Skull Squadron in a normal tone of voice, but to accompany it with farting noises made by his hand. He's been keeping this up for the last couple hours.

People are weird.

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Argh! More Toto!