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Oct 18, 2008 16:21

Latest entry into "things that are possibly a bad idea":  Combining day 3 of a massive booksale that involves you hauling bags and boxes of books  with CPR training to renew your certification.

My arms!  They are going to fall off!  I swear it!

Also, inner dialogue between Sane Inner Megan (SIM) and Paranoid Inner Megan (PIM), spawned by "Hello, Megan" when I went to the booksale today:

PIM:  They know my name!  How do they know my name?  I haven't told them my name!
SIM:  You wrote a check on Thursday because you make a bigger donation then.
PIM:  They know my nnnnnaaaaaammmmmmeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
SIM:  I give up on you.

PIM is a result of the fact that my mother has been a probation officer since I was 10.

(Really, I spend so much time there every year that they should know my name.  They certainly know what sections to point me to.)

ETA:  Also, enough of the 100 or so copies of Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights had been picked through that I could find some classics I was actually interested in.  Though, sadly, no Gaskell books.  I thought about grabbing JE and WH so I could rant about how they make reading a lot of romantic plots rage inducing for me thanks to their influence, but that would have involved losing bag space.
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