Madeleine L'Engle died today. Looking back, I think that it was her, more than any other writer, who taught me to love literature. A Wrinkle In Time remains one of my all-time favorites. Rest In Peace, Ms. L'Engle, and thanks.
I'm in a miserable state right now. Just got off of work. I'm sore and tired all over. I have a little bit of work for my Saturday graduate course, which meets for the first time tomorrow. Plus, it's the weekend of the big festival, so I'm pulling extra duty at the restaurant.
Here's my schedule this weekend:
Friday: At school until 4:15. At the restaurant at 5:30. Work until midnight.
Saturday: In my graduate course from 8am-4pm. Work at the restaurant from 5:00-close.
Sunday: Work at the festival from 11am-4pm. Work at the restaurant from 5pm-close.
It's pretty depressing to think about. I guess I can sleep in a little on Sunday. Maybe my prof will let us out a little early on Saturday. Otherwise, it's a weekend of small rewards, except for money. But I really, really need it.
Tuesday, there's no school, so I can relax a little then. Of course, I'll be relaxing by getting a biopsy. More on that later. But hopefully not much more. Oy.
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