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Ex. Haust. Ed.
But I got a lot done today.
I finished a book called The Probable Future by someone named Hoffman (Susanna Hoffman?). Too cutesy which was at odds with its premise of 13-year-olds having sex (naturally in the most romantic way imaginable). Just...didn't quite work. I don't like fiction nowadays--I paid off my library fines (I'd checked out a book that a friend of mine threw out and I haven't gotten around to paying for it) and finally, for the first time in almost two years, could check out books. Being in a library is like sex to me. Such a great feeling. I want to check out every book they have and just readreadread. I started slow--got a couple of knitting books, Legally Blonde (the book upon which the movie is based, not the novelization), and a massive book about Russian history. Yum. Books.
Tonight we had a line-through at Ripley-Grier. I was so tired, I was a bit punchy--during the Twelfth Night runthrough, instead of saying "Good madam, let me see your face," I said "let me see your breasts." Tracy went along with it, and I started laughing so hard I was crying at my next line, which was "Excellently done--if God did all." Of course, her next line was "'Tis ingrained, sir, 'twill endure wind and weather." I had this image of these Pamela Anderson-esque fake breasts.
But I got a lot done today.
I finished a book called The Probable Future by someone named Hoffman (Susanna Hoffman?). Too cutesy which was at odds with its premise of 13-year-olds having sex (naturally in the most romantic way imaginable). Just...didn't quite work. I don't like fiction nowadays--I paid off my library fines (I'd checked out a book that a friend of mine threw out and I haven't gotten around to paying for it) and finally, for the first time in almost two years, could check out books. Being in a library is like sex to me. Such a great feeling. I want to check out every book they have and just readreadread. I started slow--got a couple of knitting books, Legally Blonde (the book upon which the movie is based, not the novelization), and a massive book about Russian history. Yum. Books.
Tonight we had a line-through at Ripley-Grier. I was so tired, I was a bit punchy--during the Twelfth Night runthrough, instead of saying "Good madam, let me see your face," I said "let me see your breasts." Tracy went along with it, and I started laughing so hard I was crying at my next line, which was "Excellently done--if God did all." Of course, her next line was "'Tis ingrained, sir, 'twill endure wind and weather." I had this image of these Pamela Anderson-esque fake breasts.
