So I take off one day, and then the rest of the week totally kicks my ass. And it's only Wednesday! I get on some kind of adrenaline high and bitch and whine, but I get lots of work done. At least I'm enjoying it and at least it's not an assignment or anything.
You are sitting there reading your paperback (which was published in this edition in 1976, and you bought at a used book sale). You get to page 96, then realize the next page is 161. So you kind of go through the book and realize page 161 goes to page 192, then the next page is 129. From there everything seems to be OK again. So you are totally missing pages 97-128, and have got doubled pages 129 - 161. WTF? Luckily you work at the library, and this author doesn't seem to be very popular so you can grab the library's copy to read the pages you are missing.
I don't understand why whoever bought this book didn't ring up the publisher to complain and get a correct copy, or at least throw it away so it wasn't put into a book sale later on when no one remembered about the missing pages.
Unfortunately I won't be passing this book on. It has done its time.
This is for the young people out there, the ones who are of dating age, or about to be dating age - if you like someone, just ask them out. And if someone asks you out, unless they are really not a very nice person, just go for it. It's one date! There is nothing like the regret of not having done something when you were younger, when you easily could have.
Blind dates though - just say no, unless anyone can give me a positive blind date story.
Do you ever feel bad when you kill a bug? I mean, you probably only killed it because it was being annoying or was kind of big and scary, but then do you think "oh man, that bug was just alive, and now it is dead, because of me"? Just wondering.