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Friday, Friday, gotta get down on friday

Every morning this week when I approached my blog, I was like "THIS COULD BE THE DAY YOU UPDATE" and then I'd be like "Yeah, but remember how you did shots Monday and've been grouchy ever since? Yeah."

most of this week

I AM in fact reading. I am almost done with Orange Is the New Black, the book upon which the BEST SHOW EVER is based; I will be finishing Savage Girl by Jean Zimmerman soon and then laying a review upon you all (IS SHE SAVAGE? I DON'T KNOW YET); and of course, there's the wrap-up of Bleak House. *sniffs* *blows nose* *wipes away tear*

The excellent thing about making it through something by Dickens that isn't, oh, I don't know, OLIVER TWIST OR GREAT EXPECTATIONS, is that when you're done, you're like "Wow. I read that entire thing sitting right there. All of it. All those pages. I now have Dickens Cred." And lest that previous sentence was too subtle, I am THE JUDGIEST about people who've only read Oliver Twist and/or Great Expectations, because they are ALL that schools assign, apart from Tale of Two Cities, which I have NOT read, but I did fly to New York to see the musical version of it seconds before it closed, so I feel I should get credit, damnit.



I have a couple things I want to get books about from the library, but my friend Katie-Anne has put a moratorium on book-checking-out until I return some, as I am at 29 items, and the Chicago Public Library caps you at 30. Really, CPL? 30? What am I, some kind of book ascetic? How is that a reasonable number? I have things I need to check out and then renew 15 times without reading (I have tested this limit).

Because I'm reading Hanne Blank's Virgin, which is AWESOME, I've gotten all interested in Vestal Virgins, and I want to READ about them, but I cannot because of the aforementioned moratorium. My school didn't really teach us about Rome! Let alone the super-interesting bits! It was a Christian school! My little brother's a senior there now and told me his latest English assignment was to write 2-4 pages explaining how Hamlet connects to the Bible.

I would rock that assignment, by the way

So Vestal Virgins, Bleak House, and when're you all going to visit Chicago? We have another day of non-suicide-inducing weather today. It is 50 degrees! That's like, a temperature at which humans can survive! We are a habitable region again! Plus if you visit, you can take your picture with the Bean, which...seems to be all that people want to do here.

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