The little things

Frozen grapes are one of those things that are clearly designed to make you loosen the noose, back off the ledge, pop the cap back on the sleeping pills and reconsider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, someone up there really likes you.

In other news, I made some more money last night helping K. write his dissertation. Again, a lot of it is as much fine-pointer lessons in English as well as editing. Personally, when someone tells me to change something about a document that I have worked hard on, I want to at least know why, and possible get a better understanding of what I did wrong in the first place. I try to do that while editing K's stuff, and he seems definitely to appreciate it. (On a completely other note, this guy is an engineer who cannot touch type. I didn't know such a thing existed. He would go so much faster if he just took one course or so on Marvis Beacon.... Or whatever the Germanland equivalent is.)