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| Today looks much brighter than yesterday. Sleeping with the windows open for the past few nights has breathed new life into my almost too-new apartment. Instead of smelling faintly of drywall, the scent of my autumn soaked reed sticks mixes with the familiar breeze of the open Arkansas country at night.
Call me curiously morbid, but I have an inexplicable fascination with such subjects as the ancient gangster era of Chicago. I used to check out stacks of books profiling each mobster complete with a detailed list of crimes. I pored over Capote's In Cold Blood. I'm surprised that my library card wasn't flagged for suspicious activity with the book list I was racking up.
Even better were the tales of paramilitary activity in Belfast combined with sleeping a few nights on the infamously violent Shankill Road. I was not disappointed. The night that I slept safely in the upstairs bedroom of a tiny flat on the Shankill, blocks away, the Protestants and the Catholics were tossing bombs over the wall at each other. I couldn't help myself but find out where the notorious headquarters of one of the groups was tucked away and had the gall to step foot inside to ask for the loo. I have an insatiable curiousity for such things.
Last spring I nursed a slight obsession regarding the supremicist groups that lie in the hills of Arkansas. I just can't explain it. Perhaps it is the journalist in me.
The thought of investigating cold cases and finding some solution gives me chills. Perhaps this career in the coffee industry is far too civilized and comfortable for my imagination.
Okay enough essaying about my strange interests. Enjoy your Friday, everyone.
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| Today has been a strange mix of emotions. Maybe it's due to the impending full moon. The talk about the coffee shop is that this affects people adversely and makes them do and say crazy things. That's what the locals say, at least.
I had one of those out of body moments when I felt like I was hovering overhead while my body went on with the motions of the day - lacking my usual spunk and enthusiasm. It was strange. My stomach has been in knots and I'm feeling pressure on all sides. My reaction has been to desperately cling to what is real and familiar.
I have slated out exactly how I will fill my afternoon to best revive myself. This naturally includes copious amounts of reading Augusten Burroughs, watching Pride & Prejudice and When Harry Met Sally and drinking Diet Coke and tea alternately. I plan to greet the world refreshed and myself.
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| Too much of a good thing? So far, not possible.
I have been obsessively listening to Nickel Creek. It's getting a little ridiculous. I'm funny about my music listening habits. I'll tell myself that to get stuck on one album or song is silly and I will force myself to throw something else in to the mix. But then I think, I'm alone in my car, who's here to judge besides me? And I'm the one that's happy with the repetition and lyric memorization. So there.
Today is my second day off in a row. It is delicious. Yesterday I slaved over my online biology lab (yes, it seems oxymoronical) for what seemed like an eternity. Luckily I had my fearless and ever-patient lab partner at my side. I get frustrated far too easily when it comes to numbers and formulas and conversion. Yuck.
My big plans for the day are to embark on the drive to Siloam and visit Linds. A rainy day. A friend. A movie. A fluffy down blanket.
Yes, I think this sounds rather nice.
And naturally, I can listen to my favorite Nickel Creek songs on repeat all the way there.
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| I'm feeling quite apathetic towards today. This string of long midday shifts has worn me down. I need a day off. Unfortunately, while everyone has a long weekend and will be packing up for the lake, I'm chained to the store. Yuck. And of course I don't work the one day I could get time and a half. Great luck.
A little crabby? Yes.
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