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Dead. Tired.
Jul. 25th, 2003 08:49 pmI am very tired.
I am also sorry I've been sorta MIA lately, especially where AIM is concerned. I'm at work from 11 to 8, give or take an hour for commutes, and that does not leave much room for fun and play. My feet are killing me, and my brain isn't firing the proper neurons at the moment. It's all good, though. I'm working this entire weekend, but whoopee, we get paid time and a half on Sundays. That rules.
So, here is my weekly (er, daily?) At Swim mention. Apparently, my store is selling British hardcover editions for five fucking dollars. So, if you're in the Boston area and would like to obtain one (there are five copies, in all), email me and I'll let you know where. If you're not in the Boston area, but would like to obtain one anyway, email me and we'll work something out. This is GOLD, people, GOLD. They sit in the bargain section and I pass them every time I go into the employees lounge. I touch the books for good luck. Yes, I am the biggest dork that ever lived, but this is At Swim we're talking about here.
And speaking of books, I finished 'Fire From Heaven' and have started 'The Persian Boy' and I just want more, more, more, because it's wonderful, beautiful, perfect. Mary Renault really IS a goddess, and I want to marry Alexander. Hmmm. That might be a problem. I need to stop falling in love with dead gay men. At least this one isn't fictional. *sigh* And I just found out today that she also wrote a non-fictional book called 'The Nature of Alexander'. Did you know about this? I almost screamed! Woohoo!
And if another person comes over to the info desk with the big 'info' sign stuck to it and asks to ring them up, I will wring their neck.
Er...not really. I'm nice. On the outside, anyway.
Nine hour shifts really aren't easy. Oh, well. I'll get used to it, I'm sure. I, er, hope, anyway.
I am also sorry I've been sorta MIA lately, especially where AIM is concerned. I'm at work from 11 to 8, give or take an hour for commutes, and that does not leave much room for fun and play. My feet are killing me, and my brain isn't firing the proper neurons at the moment. It's all good, though. I'm working this entire weekend, but whoopee, we get paid time and a half on Sundays. That rules.
So, here is my weekly (er, daily?) At Swim mention. Apparently, my store is selling British hardcover editions for five fucking dollars. So, if you're in the Boston area and would like to obtain one (there are five copies, in all), email me and I'll let you know where. If you're not in the Boston area, but would like to obtain one anyway, email me and we'll work something out. This is GOLD, people, GOLD. They sit in the bargain section and I pass them every time I go into the employees lounge. I touch the books for good luck. Yes, I am the biggest dork that ever lived, but this is At Swim we're talking about here.
And speaking of books, I finished 'Fire From Heaven' and have started 'The Persian Boy' and I just want more, more, more, because it's wonderful, beautiful, perfect. Mary Renault really IS a goddess, and I want to marry Alexander. Hmmm. That might be a problem. I need to stop falling in love with dead gay men. At least this one isn't fictional. *sigh* And I just found out today that she also wrote a non-fictional book called 'The Nature of Alexander'. Did you know about this? I almost screamed! Woohoo!
And if another person comes over to the info desk with the big 'info' sign stuck to it and asks to ring them up, I will wring their neck.
Er...not really. I'm nice. On the outside, anyway.
Nine hour shifts really aren't easy. Oh, well. I'll get used to it, I'm sure. I, er, hope, anyway.
