Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Crick in the neck Aargh. I slept strangely, and woke up with a crick in my neck on the one day we had scheduled to move the heavy platforms and exhibit walls back into our dungeon storeroom. The morning was spent at the computer, so I've been sitting like a slightly demented bird, head cocked to one side, and regarding people and things with one eye. But this afternoon, I have to suck it up and go help with the hauling. Reading Marcia Muller's Sharon McCone books again. Love them. Also read a Jennifer Crusie in the bookstore last night - she reads quick and it was one of her shorter books, _Crazy for You_. It was a lot of fun, but I'm not sure I like it enough to reread it a bunch, so I may not buy it. I still want to get all her other books, though. Started jobhunting for something to tide me over on the weekends. Nothing looks very promising right now, but cross your fingers. A nice little used bookstore would be perfect... 12:53 p.m. - 2002-09-12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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