Ran twenty laps to-day.
Mum was angry with me all morning and afternoon, but I suppose deserved it. (But, dammit, I can make my own choices, even when those choices involve eating a six-point peanut butter sandwich instead of a thirteen-point chicken sandwich with fries.)
And the boy at the library is still trying to take over my job. *cries* My job! I shelve! I check out! He invades my space! I've been volunteering for about a year and a half longer than he has, and I did it voluntarily, as opposed to as community service for school or being a JD or something. Meh.
But I found a gorgeous biography of Oscar Wilde called The Stranger Wilde, which I may look at when I am a little less swamped. And I sent out for Orlando through ILL.
And I am beginning a Mina Murray/Marius Pontmercy fic that no one needed to know about.