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I am home.

Today has been one long fuckup from start to finish. I can't even blame The Universe for today, it's all me, an assortment of bad and ill-informed judgement calls punctuated by eight hours in the box office with Evil Manager, who actually stopped to consider the question when I asked her if I could go to the bathroom, located twenty feet away.

I am going to bed. This is the first wise decision I have made all day. Even then, it may be a fuckup, but I can't actually face all the fuckups I've already made today without at least a few hours of sleep.

REVIEW: Bernard Shaw And Alfred Douglas, A Correspondence

It's difficult to review an anthology of letters, but hell, why not. :D

( Bernard Shaw and Alfred Douglas, A Correpsondence, Edited by Mary Hyde )

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It took me three tries to fix myself a bowl of cereal this morning.

At first I poured out the cereal into the bowl and went to put the box down, but the box hit the edge of the bowl and showered me and my floor in Cinnamon Toast Crunch. As I am not the tidiest housekeeper in the world, I can only hope whatever missed the broom is making the area around the fridge smell nicer.

My second attempt ended when the milk came out faster than I intended and flooded the sink with cereal.

Finally, I wiped down the bowl, poured off the excess milk, and added cereal. Jesus, you'd think I was making a four course meal, the amount of effort that went into breakfast.

Fortunately, dinner is going to consist of toaster-oven garlic bread and crackers with peanut butter. Shut up, peanut butter is protein and garlic is almost a vegetable.