my ipod is on the fritz.
it froze again and i don't know what to do. in other news, i actually cooked a decent meal! i own meatloaf, basically. for the first time in the history of knowing matt (five years? six? i don't even know) i actually cooked something worthy of compliment. huzzah. [too bad i was miserable with heartburn from the ketchup + red wine combo for the rest of the night]
i had to close last night, so i pulled out my book and read for the last two hours, as about three people came in to buy something. the book was so good, i finished it last night before i went to bed and proceeded to have one of those nights where i just dream about the book. in this case, my dreams were filled with the goblin-king and captured but ultimately willing wife + various misadventures (have i mentioned i'm completely obsessed with ya fantasy? where was this genre when i was 15?); only, the weird[er] thing was, i was narrating the entire experience. it was as if i were writing it down and living it at the same time, "she replied"/"he said" included. i'd be more specific, but i have an annoying habit of forgetting those specifics, no matter how vivid the dream. frustration ensues, and while i'm aware that no one really wants to hear about it, i'd at least like the option of escaping back the memory, if i had the urge.
now comes the decision making: go to the library and check out books two and three, start the other unrelated book i picked up yesterday, or hold off in hopes that city of glass is waiting for me on the hold-shelf today...
(i think i need to find a job at an all-girls school, as boys will find me utterly useless, i'm afraid.)
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