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If you will recall, I recently misplaced a library book and implored you all, via livejournal, to look for it in order that I may save my ass from oppressive fines.
Well. I had also held a faint idea that I'd actually just set it down somewhere in my own home and let it become obscured from vision by all my clutter. This was not the case, for when I logged onto my Seattle Public Library account, I discovered that some kind individual has returned it for me (before it was even due). I hope they enjoyed the article on bats that I had tucked between the pages.
This really leaves me wondering, though, what else have I set down and abandoned at random bus stops and shop counters across the city? How many people are walking around with my books and papers? How did I become this way? In fact, as I was typing this, I decided to check my library account again to make certain that the book had been returned. When I went to get my wallet, though, which I'd had in my hand only minutes prior, I couldn't locate it. I paced up and down the house searching, and actually forgot what I was looking for several times.
Why is my brain deteriorating? Since my library book has been found, how about each of you go buy me some niacin and gingko biloba supplements instead? I could use some peach detox tea and some St. John's Wart too. Thank you.
(Calcium-magnesium tablets would also be appreciated.)
(I am in need of some soy milk and some sort of protein source, as well.)
(In addition to these things, I would like to own the book When A Man's Single, by J.M. Barrie, and some form of bathrobe.)
(Meghan and Matt require salmon treats for their cats. And possibly a dry-erase pen.)
(Please get Meghan a car, too.)
Well. I had also held a faint idea that I'd actually just set it down somewhere in my own home and let it become obscured from vision by all my clutter. This was not the case, for when I logged onto my Seattle Public Library account, I discovered that some kind individual has returned it for me (before it was even due). I hope they enjoyed the article on bats that I had tucked between the pages.
This really leaves me wondering, though, what else have I set down and abandoned at random bus stops and shop counters across the city? How many people are walking around with my books and papers? How did I become this way? In fact, as I was typing this, I decided to check my library account again to make certain that the book had been returned. When I went to get my wallet, though, which I'd had in my hand only minutes prior, I couldn't locate it. I paced up and down the house searching, and actually forgot what I was looking for several times.
Why is my brain deteriorating? Since my library book has been found, how about each of you go buy me some niacin and gingko biloba supplements instead? I could use some peach detox tea and some St. John's Wart too. Thank you.
(Calcium-magnesium tablets would also be appreciated.)
(I am in need of some soy milk and some sort of protein source, as well.)
(In addition to these things, I would like to own the book When A Man's Single, by J.M. Barrie, and some form of bathrobe.)
(Meghan and Matt require salmon treats for their cats. And possibly a dry-erase pen.)
(Please get Meghan a car, too.)