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Letsee. ACT Saturday. I have three meetings re: the play next week. *collapses*I shall have no life for the next couple weeks, I know it. So if you don't hear from me, I'm probably not dead, just verrry busy.

Bring on the secret life

So I started reading The Cider House Rules yesterday, which is by John Irving, who also wrote the super amazing A Widow For One Year. This man is so my hero, I swear he has to be descended from gods.

( Some wisdom from Mr. Irving )

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Okay, this is kind of random, but whatever. I must preface this by saying that I wish you all had less sucky jobs. My god, how are you people still alive? You are so much more resilant than me. I thought my legs were going to break today after an hour and a half of gym and then an hour of shelving books. If you think librarians have it easy, think again. An hour of shelving books=bascially an hour of walking. All around the library, mainly the nonfiction, picking up after people who don't know the goddamned dewey decimal system well enough to be trusted to put books back by themselves. Seriously, that bothers me. How hard are numbers, people? *growl* I just had to say it since my right leg is cramping up right now. Probably for another reason, but still.