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Rambles and shambles...

Thursday, January 30, 2003
SHIFTS. It's snowing!!! Snow has been falling down since I woke up this morning, and it's starting to smoothly cover everything in white... The weird thing is, it usually snows like, once in 10 years around here, and it's the second time we've had snow this winter. Plus, it's only 2pm, and it's so dark that it feels like the day's almost over. I have a totally weird schedule these days, anyways. It started when I surfed around on the net one afternoon, instead of doing proper work. Then, I felt guilty for not doing things, so I worked late to make it up. Then, the next day, I got to work late. So I stayed late again to make it up. Then, I got home really late, so I went to bed even later, and I had trouble getting up in the morning, and I was late to work again!! It's spiral going down to schedule shifts...

read: Volte Face by K. Applegate.
reading: Le journal d'une sorcière by Celia Rees.
number of pages from Mansfield park read yesterday: 0
prospective number of pages from Mansfield park that I will read today: 0


posted by A. 2:30 PM
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Tuesday, January 28, 2003
COMPULSIVE READING. As I was returning Langue de vipère earlier today, I couldn't help noticing another book from the same serie on the "A" shelf, which is conviniently located near the checking counter... I couldn't help going over to take a closer look, which led to quickly browsing books on a neighbouring shelf, and within fifteen minutes, I walked out of the library with a bagfull of cheesy teen books, none of them in English, which at least would have allowed for the lame excuse "they didn't have anything else on the foreign section" -I've used the line more than once... However, I can look at things this way: now I officialy have enough junk to get me through Mansfield Park! Then again, why would I need any justification to read these books? They're not great litterature, but they're fun! Honestly, after fighting against a stupid copy machine for the best part of the afternoon, and worrying about how to write an article about experiments which still have to be carried out, I really need to relax.

posted by A. 6:41 PM
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Monday, January 27, 2003
FREEDOM FOR THE TRAVELLERS! I've been going back and forth in Paris and Lyon for the past few days, and it's been horrible! I mean, I love travelling, but it's really awful to be moving around loaded down with luggage, in the manner of a pack mule. Wouldn't it be great if you could just step into the train (or plane) and go anywhere you need to go? But instead of that, one has to carry tons of stuff around, in streets, trains, subways, more trains, and more streets 'til one finally gets to the place, and by then, one hardly has enough energy left to drag oneself to the nearest bed... How sad! And however little you try to take along, it's always enough to make a bundle : nightgown, toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, soap, towel, fresh clothes and underwear, a book to read, purse, ID and train tickets, pen and paper, BAM, you're already way past the small back pack you intended to fit everything into...
Blessed be the person who finds out how to avoid the luggage hassle, and thereby brings freedom to the travelers!

Read last week: Langue de vipère, French translation of a very cheesy teen romance by Katherine Applegate, in manner of Dawson's creek (yeah, that lame and cheesy!)... Sorry, but Jane Austen really isn't that exciting - it's hard to stick to it without some kind of distraction between chapters!


posted by A. 5:36 PM
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