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[in_omnia]

My window is open and rain murmurs on the magnolia leaves outside.

I've finished most of the week's homework. I'm 300 pages into Anna Karenina. I've survived my 3-hour shift in the cafe. My apartment is clean. Cyrano received his valentine/dismembered saint. Hermione just turned 18 and runneth over with the fullness of her future.

I love the rain.

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Comments

distant thoughts on L. Vacca class

[(Anonymous)]

I hated Anna Karenina... and- what cafe? what else is there to say? ...at least with the use of only one hand... sleeping bantling while the feets of snow fall outside.

the else

[(Anonymous)]

oh, and i miss magnolia

[mneme-metis.livejournal.com]

You have to work in the cafe now? Is this some sort of new development?

[in-omnia.livejournal.com]

I had to get trained in the cafe. Apparently, it's a mandate come down from Corporate-with-a-capital-C that everyone be cross-trained among music, books, and cafe, but I'm not sure if I really buy that. It was the *longest* three hours of my life. And my mouth was so dry I couldn't make my lips slide over my teeth after I smiled at someone. I didn't even make the drinks, either. Just sat at register and took the orders, wrote on the cups, and made sure to ask everybody if they wanted something from the bake case. I did all right, I guess, but I never, never, never want to work in food service. Unless I'm in the back cooking stuff. :)