In unrelated news: since I don't drink alcohol, I decided to drink a yummy float from Bi-Rite for St. Patrick's Day. It's a fresh squeezed blood orange soda float. holy smokes. delicious.My Property notes (are less coherent and) have more typos per sentence than a second-grader’s report on a book she hasn’t read. Sure we can attribute a fair number of those typos to my typing skills, but we should also acknowledge that your refusal to accept words like “availment” “foreseeability” “reverter” and “defeasible” takes a toll on my “misspelled” words. Last month I was frantically taking down every word Professor Kaswan said, and a little notification popped up that I’ve never seen before basically saying, “There are so many typos in this document that we’re not going to keep track of them anymore. We’ve had enough.”
Please start letting me add words to my Word dictionary. This is embarrassing.