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.