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Friday, June 18, 2004

A day off...

Ahhhhhhh...

It turns out I still have three vacation days to burn, so I'm taking them now.

Which means I'm not showering. Instead I'm packing boxes in my jammies. While I watch the Maury Povich show and sip coffee. Why can't THIS be my job?

Rooting through my books and CDs. Trying to clean house and dust off everything before I shlep too much crap southward.

And the hipster used record store only took 6 of the 40 CDs I offered them.

Tell me, why wouldn't they buy Billy Bragg? Lauryn Hill? Lil Kim? Otis Redding? I feel so uncool, with 20 bucks in my hand and a full box of CDs , I retreated...

And also, how many Agatha Christie paperbacks are you allowed to own without being a dumb girl? 20? 30? How many copies of "Orient Express am I allowed? 2? 3?

I think we sold the house!

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