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There are no fun songs about Mondays

Damn, you guys. I have a Who's the Boss Monday hangover. WHO'S THE BOSS. Because my evil friend Skye said "Hey, come over Sunday night; we'll watch Who's the Boss." Because that's the kind of thing my friends do. "Can you summarize Tony and Angela's relationship in three and a half hours?" I asked. "Yes, I can," she said. EXCEPT I STAYED FOR FIVE BECAUSE TONY AND ANGELA HAVE A LOVE THAT WILL NEVER DIE.

I'd never seen that show before. Just saying. But there were some pretty strong '80s television feelings happening in Lakeview last night.

AHHHHHHHHH

Shipping things is my JAM, people. I talk about books, but they're just another way of finding things to ship. If you don't know what shipping is, 1) How are you internetting? 2) Are we friends, because I'm pretty sure all my internet friends are fangirls. 3) Edumacate yourself.

I went to the library Saturday, braving Lollapalooza teens who all decided that NOW was the time to dress like streetwalkers and Venice Beach-goers from 1991. When I was a teen I got very up in arms about my generation dressing in a slutty way, and now I basically figure if they want to look slutty, they'll look slutty, no matter what the time period. So in 1901 they'd show some ankle (WHAT) and now they use tube tops. Which I feel like shouldn't be a thing anymore, but there we have it. So they'll do that, the smart girls will do well in life, and there's an end to it.

I was at the library to get some sheet music, BUT I also checked out the Wilkie Collins section, and GOOD LORD THERE ARE SO MANY BOOKS. Granted, some might suck. For those who've been doing the readalongs, we're reading stuff from his middle period, so the early stuff? Could be rough. But still. WILKIIIIE. I'm obviously going to be writing about him Wednesday, but the fact that he was Dickens' BFF is astonishing. Their outlooks on life seem completely different, and I get that people can be friends despite that, but it seems to boil down to Dickens being a douchebag and Wilkie being awesome. But then, of course, we have the Wilkie-lived-with-two-ladies-and-what-now? thing. Also, are we aware he named one of his daughters Marian? NO SURPRISE. Because Marian is the best. Anyway. People Are Complicated.

Well. Happy Monday, all. Let's try to wake up. Maybe get some coffee. Think about some hit ABC sitcoms from the '80s.


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