Dailys

Daily thoughts and rants. Prone to humanity.

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Thursday, August 11, 2005

$550 or My Job Today

I'm pleased to say that I have finished the Fires of Heaven as of two days ago, and also finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I have also written up my thoughts on both books, but I hesitate to call them full reviews. Whatever. I was rather surprised how well they played off of each other by reading these two books back to back. They were both developmental books. Rather than introducing a lot of new places and characters as the main focus, it was fleshing out what was already present. Obviously for Harry Potter, in anticipation of the finale, and for the Wheel of Time, simply to wrap up some loose ends before unfolding yet more story.

But I must be literal.. I wrote them as in when I have time to type out all I penned will it be up in the book review section. I apologize for not going ahead and typing it in the first place, but sometimes my hand is the only think able to keep with the randomly charging and walking pace of my thoughts. Typing is spectacularly linear in that regard, and can sometimes stumble creativity. I'd scan it all in for you, but this is perhaps the most crabbed and scattered note pages I've done in a while. This is saying a lot for those of you who have seen the explanation of DCU's and DChU's. Believe me, I'm sparing you much agony and pain.

Let's play psychologist. Picture Association.
This is equal to or lesser than this.
Shocked? Yes.
Guess where I had the second one.
In the floor of my workplace for two hours.
Until she came back for it "Did I leave my purse here?" as calmly, mind, as if asking about a nail file rather than something that could purchase a couch or represents most people's monthly car payments.
She called me an honest soul.
Is that rich-speak for sucker? 'Cause there were two digital cameras in there. I was glad to see the stupid thing gone. I wouldn't have wanted to think of it staying here or having to hope someone else was reliable enough around here to not hawk off italian purses. I need out of this place.