"So I Bundled My Heart..."

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The joy of working at the library is looking futilely for the Patrick O'Brian books and not finding any, before realising we have the entire collection in LP. Of course, I can't read LP because it distracts me too much.

The more especial part of this joy is finding where the LP collection is because one of the books (Far Side of the World, to be specific) was shelved in the NON-FIC Opera section. O_o People, if you cannot remember where the book goes, bring it to the desk and I'll shelve it. And I won't be annoyed, promise. I'll be glad because you didn't put it in the Opera section.

I've nineteen books out presently. I must find one more to make the even twenty.

To-morrow we leave again.

I think I have distorted body image. I think it's a problem.

Into the Woods was beautifully done, and I cried all through the second act after Rapunzel died. She was a lovely girl, with beautiful eyes, but not so good a singer as she might have been. Kali will be better. Cinderella was wonderful, the Witch was not. But I idolise Bernadette Peters.

I just realised that our copy of Into the Woods is a bootleg of the Broadway production. That didn't occur to me before. Mm.

The eyes, they still burn, and I am tireder than I would like to be. It's been better not to be around; I've been able to sleep more. The trouble is I get lonely. I can manage without sleep, but not without talk.

When I get home, I'll post Zara&Soujin!pictures.

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