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Today was a good day, me and Amy ran some errands, and had lunch with her parents at the Spring Street Grill. We also bought a table, and I took a moment to set it up in her (soon to both of ours) apartment. I had a rather embarrassing moment after that however, when I took the box for the table down to the dumpster as I left, and set my library book on the roof of the car. Naturally after tossing the garbage I forgot about it and drove off with the book on the roof. Didn't notice it until a minute after it'd fallen off and been run over by me. The book is remarkably intact, just a ripped dust cover. Still a face palming moment. 




The Jordan Rules, by Sam Smith. It's an okay book, though I enjoy meticulously detailed run downs of sports seasons more than a lot of people do.