I hate Mr. Bell and his invention.

[ridicully]

I'm stalling.
I need to make a phone call, I absolutely don't want to make.
I'm walking up and down the stairs, I've started on the laundry, I'm contemplating to sort the software shelf, I browse my pictures folders, I found some scans of my one-handwritten-page-at-most-and-not-to-many-details 'report' from last semester and now I'm posting them in my LJ to show that my normal handwriting is really illegible:

If necessary, I can produce something like this:

(But I'd really rather not)

It's absolutely obvious that I'm stalling.
I wish it weren't so obvious, I wouldn't have to make myself stop if it weren't.

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One more thing . . . I just had a message from Angel saying that, yes, she would be most grateful for any additional thoughts you had about the virus thingy. :)