janetlin: (Breakthrough)
I've made a few different resolutions for this year, and may still make more, but so far today at least I'm on track. Woo hoo! 1 day down.

I want to be more serious about my writing, which means make a point to sit down every day and get something out. Ideally of course this would be stories, but even nonfiction stream of consciousness and/or blogging counts as eventually I will run out of real-life stuff to talk about and start making stuff up. ;) To that end, I've dusted off my Writer's Book of Days for daily prompts, and am using http://750words.com as recommended by [livejournal.com profile] eonone to keep me on task.

I had this fantastic idea that instead of making a big scary (and vague) resolution like "keep the house clean" I would instead word it as "do one bit of house-tidying every day." See? Much less scary. I figure it will be easier for me to stick with it if all I have to do today is scrub the toilet. All I have to do tomorrow is vaccuum. The day after that is sort the mail that's accumulating on the buffet. Etc. Now, the apartment is in such a state that unless I go crazy and do a binge one day, it might take me into February before the place as a whole is tidy. But hey that's February and that means I have the whole rest of the year to carry on just doing one thing every day and I will never have to stress about my house being a mess. That sounds pretty awesome.

We're planning to go to church tomorrow morning (another resolution), and my perennial one is to stop biting my fingernails and I'm happy to say that I didn't today. There was much cuticle-nipping and filing whenever I got the urge instead. Morgan is into having her nails done so I think if I can institute a weekly manicure day for both of us, that will please her and help me quit biting. Plus it's a big-girl bonding thing and that's time that I will spend particularly with her, so hopefully she won't feel forgotten or overshadowed when the baby comes. I know a certain amount of that is unavoidable, but both Alan and I are aware of that potential so we're putting things in place ahead of time to stave it off. Alan's time specifically with Morgan, for instance, is teaching her to swordfight (I think I mentioned us buying wooden swords at the pirate fair last summer or fall for this purpose? Well, it's finally started happening). And of course the good thing about instituting these things now is that she won't associate them with the arrival of the baby, won't feel like everything changes all at once. Instead she'll have these nice familiar routines she can depend on when so much else is different.
janetlin: (Breakthrough)
I've made a few different resolutions for this year, and may still make more, but so far today at least I'm on track. Woo hoo! 1 day down.

I want to be more serious about my writing, which means make a point to sit down every day and get something out. Ideally of course this would be stories, but even nonfiction stream of consciousness and/or blogging counts as eventually I will run out of real-life stuff to talk about and start making stuff up. ;) To that end, I've dusted off my Writer's Book of Days for daily prompts, and am using http://750words.com as recommended by [livejournal.com profile] eonone to keep me on task.

I had this fantastic idea that instead of making a big scary (and vague) resolution like "keep the house clean" I would instead word it as "do one bit of house-tidying every day." See? Much less scary. I figure it will be easier for me to stick with it if all I have to do today is scrub the toilet. All I have to do tomorrow is vaccuum. The day after that is sort the mail that's accumulating on the buffet. Etc. Now, the apartment is in such a state that unless I go crazy and do a binge one day, it might take me into February before the place as a whole is tidy. But hey that's February and that means I have the whole rest of the year to carry on just doing one thing every day and I will never have to stress about my house being a mess. That sounds pretty awesome.

We're planning to go to church tomorrow morning (another resolution), and my perennial one is to stop biting my fingernails and I'm happy to say that I didn't today. There was much cuticle-nipping and filing whenever I got the urge instead. Morgan is into having her nails done so I think if I can institute a weekly manicure day for both of us, that will please her and help me quit biting. Plus it's a big-girl bonding thing and that's time that I will spend particularly with her, so hopefully she won't feel forgotten or overshadowed when the baby comes. I know a certain amount of that is unavoidable, but both Alan and I are aware of that potential so we're putting things in place ahead of time to stave it off. Alan's time specifically with Morgan, for instance, is teaching her to swordfight (I think I mentioned us buying wooden swords at the pirate fair last summer or fall for this purpose? Well, it's finally started happening). And of course the good thing about instituting these things now is that she won't associate them with the arrival of the baby, won't feel like everything changes all at once. Instead she'll have these nice familiar routines she can depend on when so much else is different.
janetlin: (Doom)
Thank you who voted in [livejournal.com profile] deatheaterdrabs Round Five (Voldemort). My drabble took runner-up overall and best crack!

My piece is here and the above link takes you to all the submissions. All worksafe this time.
janetlin: (Doom)
Thank you who voted in [livejournal.com profile] deatheaterdrabs Round Five (Voldemort). My drabble took runner-up overall and best crack!

My piece is here and the above link takes you to all the submissions. All worksafe this time.
janetlin: (Writing)
Sitting at 3,463 at the moment, which is above today's goal of 3,334. It's _awesome_ I'm already ahead this early in the day. I think I'll absolutely be able to get to 4k by the end of tonight.

I seem to have discovered the trick. This story, apparently, refuses to be composed at a keyboard (sigh). And trying to write in my notebook _at_ my computer desk results in me transcribing and checking my word count about every three sentences. So I've migrated to the dining table. Wow, no electronic distractions, and it's amazing how quickly the pages fill up. Also of note: my handwriting is getting smaller and neater, which is kind of backwards: you'd think it'd get bigger and sloppier as my speed increases. Maybe I've subconsciously realized how many pieces of paper I'm going to take up, and am thus trying to conserve. I don't know. But it makes transcribing easier because it's easier to read and I turn pages less frequently. So, neato!

_Although_ the characters who are showing up are not the ones I have created and re-created and profiled in advance and all that jazz. Sure, they start that way, but one of them just introduced me to his dead fiancee. WTF? I never wrote you with a dead fiancee! Who are you and what have you done with my Smith? And, Empress, you're not supposed to be that old. Also who is this suicidal basketcase? The Crone? You're too young! And there are two who have spoken up (though the briefest so far) whom I can't even identify. They refused to tell me any more about themselves but maybe they're the Judge and the Maiden. Maybe?

Oh yes, and since none of them are _quite_ who I thought they would be, I don't know any of their names. My notebook is littered with red "someone" and "she" and "the other man."

Which reminds me of another trick I have discovered, and this one actually works better with hand-writing. I am not allowing myself time to obsess over individual names and words, 'cause historically that's a big problem for me. So when I need a proper noun and one doesn't come instantly to mind, I use a red pen (am writing the main text in black, which is itself unusual because I don't like black) to write a filler word like those above. Other nouns are in dark blue and usually "blah." I've had a few green "adjective"s show up, as well as purple "verbed" and "verbing." It's... interesting, and actually quicker to pick up a different pen than to highlight and change the color in Word. So my transcribed version doesn't have these handy signals. I'll probably go through a printed version with a highlighter (or four) when it's all done. _That's_ going to be interesting to see, with all the editing marks and corrections and margin notes. I'm looking forward to it.

Just checked the word count scoreboard, since the widgets are still down.

Finland is beating us, so far, with an average words-per-writer of 2,553.
Sactown has 2,363.
Pittsburgh only has 2,145.

All really really close, and all in the top 50 (out of 484). Woot! Double-woot that my personal count is above my regional average. :DD
janetlin: (Writing)
Sitting at 3,463 at the moment, which is above today's goal of 3,334. It's _awesome_ I'm already ahead this early in the day. I think I'll absolutely be able to get to 4k by the end of tonight.

I seem to have discovered the trick. This story, apparently, refuses to be composed at a keyboard (sigh). And trying to write in my notebook _at_ my computer desk results in me transcribing and checking my word count about every three sentences. So I've migrated to the dining table. Wow, no electronic distractions, and it's amazing how quickly the pages fill up. Also of note: my handwriting is getting smaller and neater, which is kind of backwards: you'd think it'd get bigger and sloppier as my speed increases. Maybe I've subconsciously realized how many pieces of paper I'm going to take up, and am thus trying to conserve. I don't know. But it makes transcribing easier because it's easier to read and I turn pages less frequently. So, neato!

_Although_ the characters who are showing up are not the ones I have created and re-created and profiled in advance and all that jazz. Sure, they start that way, but one of them just introduced me to his dead fiancee. WTF? I never wrote you with a dead fiancee! Who are you and what have you done with my Smith? And, Empress, you're not supposed to be that old. Also who is this suicidal basketcase? The Crone? You're too young! And there are two who have spoken up (though the briefest so far) whom I can't even identify. They refused to tell me any more about themselves but maybe they're the Judge and the Maiden. Maybe?

Oh yes, and since none of them are _quite_ who I thought they would be, I don't know any of their names. My notebook is littered with red "someone" and "she" and "the other man."

Which reminds me of another trick I have discovered, and this one actually works better with hand-writing. I am not allowing myself time to obsess over individual names and words, 'cause historically that's a big problem for me. So when I need a proper noun and one doesn't come instantly to mind, I use a red pen (am writing the main text in black, which is itself unusual because I don't like black) to write a filler word like those above. Other nouns are in dark blue and usually "blah." I've had a few green "adjective"s show up, as well as purple "verbed" and "verbing." It's... interesting, and actually quicker to pick up a different pen than to highlight and change the color in Word. So my transcribed version doesn't have these handy signals. I'll probably go through a printed version with a highlighter (or four) when it's all done. _That's_ going to be interesting to see, with all the editing marks and corrections and margin notes. I'm looking forward to it.

Just checked the word count scoreboard, since the widgets are still down.

Finland is beating us, so far, with an average words-per-writer of 2,553.
Sactown has 2,363.
Pittsburgh only has 2,145.

All really really close, and all in the top 50 (out of 484). Woot! Double-woot that my personal count is above my regional average. :DD
janetlin: (Thinky thoughts)
Okay, so I think I just figured out what is _up_ with milk in this house.

1. We buy gallons of milk (skim for me, whole for Morgan and recipes). Morgan and I like to drink milk straight, and several of our favorite dishes call for it.

2. Milk is not consumed in the quantities expected, and goes bad in the fridge. I discover this the hard way. Yick

3. Next grocery run, we buy half-gallons so as not to be wasteful this time.

4. I finally get to drink the milk I was craving when I discovered the last batch was bad, rediscover my love for it, and blow through it at a rate of 2-3 glasses a day. You know, so as not to be wasteful. It lasts less than a week.

5. Next grocery run, we buy full gallons so as not to run out again so quickly. Besides, Morgan and I like to drink it straight, and several of our favorite dishes call for it. I try to hold myself back and make it last.

6. Milk is not consumed in the quantities expected, and goes bad in the fridge....

If only they made a 3/4 gallon, we'd be set. ;)
janetlin: (Thinky thoughts)
Okay, so I think I just figured out what is _up_ with milk in this house.

1. We buy gallons of milk (skim for me, whole for Morgan and recipes). Morgan and I like to drink milk straight, and several of our favorite dishes call for it.

2. Milk is not consumed in the quantities expected, and goes bad in the fridge. I discover this the hard way. Yick

3. Next grocery run, we buy half-gallons so as not to be wasteful this time.

4. I finally get to drink the milk I was craving when I discovered the last batch was bad, rediscover my love for it, and blow through it at a rate of 2-3 glasses a day. You know, so as not to be wasteful. It lasts less than a week.

5. Next grocery run, we buy full gallons so as not to run out again so quickly. Besides, Morgan and I like to drink it straight, and several of our favorite dishes call for it. I try to hold myself back and make it last.

6. Milk is not consumed in the quantities expected, and goes bad in the fridge....

If only they made a 3/4 gallon, we'd be set. ;)
janetlin: (Dancing Tauren)
I did, indeed, get a B on my Language & Culture midterm. 88%. Not fantastic, but the class average was 68 and the high was somewhere in the low nineties, so once she curves things out at the end of the semester it might morph into an A- instead of a B. Woot!
janetlin: (Dancing Tauren)
I did, indeed, get a B on my Language & Culture midterm. 88%. Not fantastic, but the class average was 68 and the high was somewhere in the low nineties, so once she curves things out at the end of the semester it might morph into an A- instead of a B. Woot!
janetlin: (Breakthrough)
Whew. Another 100%+ on the second Linguistics quiz, 85% on the synthesis paper for Elizabeth Gaskell's Cranford (yes, the reason why you haven't seen it in my book challenge posts is because I never finished it. Bad mommy), and an A- on the short paper covering The Merchant of Venice and Twelfth Night. Hopefully I'll find out how I did on the Language & Culture midterm tomorrow. It was, after all, a Scantron test. How long can it take to grade those?
janetlin: (Breakthrough)
Whew. Another 100%+ on the second Linguistics quiz, 85% on the synthesis paper for Elizabeth Gaskell's Cranford (yes, the reason why you haven't seen it in my book challenge posts is because I never finished it. Bad mommy), and an A- on the short paper covering The Merchant of Venice and Twelfth Night. Hopefully I'll find out how I did on the Language & Culture midterm tomorrow. It was, after all, a Scantron test. How long can it take to grade those?
janetlin: (Teh sm4rt)
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just got over 100% on the quiz/test we took in Linguistics on Monday (longish for a quiz, shortish for a test). OMG so very yay!!

The professor was going through the grades, saying 16 (out of 20) was a B, 18 was an A, and "if you got above a twenty, I'd like to go on vacation next week, so would you mind teaching the class?" :D (And yes, even though he's British, he called it a vacation instead of a holiday. Mwa ha ha! You will be assimilated.)

Little snafu with the name (_when_ will that stop haunting me?): he told the department to drop me (married-name!me, that is), because I was no longer on his roster. Meep! So I told him that I am, in fact, still in the class, and that I am maiden-name!me. Then we did group work in class and he snuck out to his office and says he got it all straightened out. Though when I asked him which he had me down as now, he said he couldn't remember. But as long as he knows that both names apply to me, and as long as he puts the grades in whichever makes it end up on my transcript, it's all good. And I will start signing my tests with my maiden name, which makes me so much happier.
janetlin: (Teh sm4rt)
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just got over 100% on the quiz/test we took in Linguistics on Monday (longish for a quiz, shortish for a test). OMG so very yay!!

The professor was going through the grades, saying 16 (out of 20) was a B, 18 was an A, and "if you got above a twenty, I'd like to go on vacation next week, so would you mind teaching the class?" :D (And yes, even though he's British, he called it a vacation instead of a holiday. Mwa ha ha! You will be assimilated.)

Little snafu with the name (_when_ will that stop haunting me?): he told the department to drop me (married-name!me, that is), because I was no longer on his roster. Meep! So I told him that I am, in fact, still in the class, and that I am maiden-name!me. Then we did group work in class and he snuck out to his office and says he got it all straightened out. Though when I asked him which he had me down as now, he said he couldn't remember. But as long as he knows that both names apply to me, and as long as he puts the grades in whichever makes it end up on my transcript, it's all good. And I will start signing my tests with my maiden name, which makes me so much happier.
janetlin: (School)
This semester has totally snuck up on me. As in, I haven't even bought my books, and my first class is tomorrow. Oops. My summer has been pretty full of other stuff, though. And the first day or two are generally uneventful anyway.

So yeah. I checked my schedule and got all excited about my classes again. I wish I didn't only have one of them tomorrow; that's always rather antclimactic. But the ones I'm particularly looking forward to are on Wednesday, so maybe that'll balance it out.

Tomorrow (Tuesdays and Thursdays), I have Shakespeare's early plays (now that I'm not a theatre major anymore, I'm finally taking a Shakespeare course. Go figure).

Mondays and Wednesdays I have Language, Culture, and Critical Thinking; Magic, Witchcraft and Religion; Linguistics and the English Language; and The Nineteenth Century Novel (I'll finally read some Austen, wow).

And on Fridays I have Magic, Witchcraft, and Religion all by its lonesome. Apparently I either wasn't paying close enough attention, or they changed it after I registered, because I could have sworn that I'd left myself with completely open Fridays. That is going to be a hard one to make myself go to, but hopefully the subject will be interesting enough that I'll actually _want_ to.

Oh, and yeah, grades from last semester (which I totally forgot to check until I was looking up my schedule today): A- in Russian, woot! B+ in British Lit (apparently the lack of homework didn't hurt me _that_ much) C+ in Cultural Anth. - not great but it's good enough for graduation. And an Incomplete in Advanced Comp. I still need to write both those damn papers. Now I think I have late fees on the Templar books I borrowed from the library. Yarg. 3.16 for the semester, though, which brings my cumulative up to 2.698. Still just creeping along, but we're creeping _upward_. And once I write the papers and my Comp. teacher puts in the grade correction, that'll bump up even more.

And looking back at past semesters, I just realized this is the _first_ time at Sac State that my semester GPA has been over 3.0. WOOOOT!! Wow, once upon a time (high school) that wouldn't have been anything remarkable, but womg. Now we're cooking with gas!
janetlin: (School)
This semester has totally snuck up on me. As in, I haven't even bought my books, and my first class is tomorrow. Oops. My summer has been pretty full of other stuff, though. And the first day or two are generally uneventful anyway.

So yeah. I checked my schedule and got all excited about my classes again. I wish I didn't only have one of them tomorrow; that's always rather antclimactic. But the ones I'm particularly looking forward to are on Wednesday, so maybe that'll balance it out.

Tomorrow (Tuesdays and Thursdays), I have Shakespeare's early plays (now that I'm not a theatre major anymore, I'm finally taking a Shakespeare course. Go figure).

Mondays and Wednesdays I have Language, Culture, and Critical Thinking; Magic, Witchcraft and Religion; Linguistics and the English Language; and The Nineteenth Century Novel (I'll finally read some Austen, wow).

And on Fridays I have Magic, Witchcraft, and Religion all by its lonesome. Apparently I either wasn't paying close enough attention, or they changed it after I registered, because I could have sworn that I'd left myself with completely open Fridays. That is going to be a hard one to make myself go to, but hopefully the subject will be interesting enough that I'll actually _want_ to.

Oh, and yeah, grades from last semester (which I totally forgot to check until I was looking up my schedule today): A- in Russian, woot! B+ in British Lit (apparently the lack of homework didn't hurt me _that_ much) C+ in Cultural Anth. - not great but it's good enough for graduation. And an Incomplete in Advanced Comp. I still need to write both those damn papers. Now I think I have late fees on the Templar books I borrowed from the library. Yarg. 3.16 for the semester, though, which brings my cumulative up to 2.698. Still just creeping along, but we're creeping _upward_. And once I write the papers and my Comp. teacher puts in the grade correction, that'll bump up even more.

And looking back at past semesters, I just realized this is the _first_ time at Sac State that my semester GPA has been over 3.0. WOOOOT!! Wow, once upon a time (high school) that wouldn't have been anything remarkable, but womg. Now we're cooking with gas!
janetlin: (Dancing Eddie)
Wheee! ZOMG, I actually feel _good_ about my British Lit final and term paper!!!

I _totally_ procrastinated the paper. I didn't even start it 'til yesterday evening. It was to be 4-5 pages long expanding upon either any of the response paper (1-2 pgs) prompts throughout the semester, or any of the unused prompts from the midterm (he gave us six to study/prepare for, three were chosen on the day of the exam, and we had to write on one of those three). So I chose "Analyze two of Geoffrey Chaucer's pilgrims from The Canterbury Tales in terms of anti-clerical satire and Chaucer's commentary on the medieval church. Who and what does he satirize?" 'cause, srsly. Shooting fish in a barrel. So I wrote one page, and then decided to take a "break" and play a Lucius/Narcissa scene with [livejournal.com profile] eonone. When I realized that I probably didn't have the willpower to stop playing and return to my paper, I started writing it in the pauses while she typed up her responses. I got another page and a half done this way (multitasking! gasp, shock!). Then she had to go to bed, and I puttered out another half a page before deciding that I would probably be more coherent if I woke up early to finish instead of staying up late.

Turns out I was right (acid test, I know): I woke up at five thirty after slapping the alarm several times and the last page flew by in less time than I'd thought. So I had some extra time and I *gasp* semi-prepared some of the essay prompts for the final, did some last-minute cramming, took a bath and shaved my legs, woke up Morgan and took her to school, and got myself to school forty five minutes early. This is so not like me. So I sat in the classroom and *gasp* studied some more. And I really do feel pleased with how I think I did. One of the poetry attributions I know I totally pulled out of my ass, but the rest I think I actually _knew_. And my essay was _much_ better thought-out and presented than the one for my midterm was (it helped that I didn't change my mind in mid-stride this time and end up tearing a whole page out of my blue book and starting over *facepalm*).

So yeah. Holy cow. I think I might actually have a B. My attendance wasn't great, but I participated well when I was there. And unless the homework assignments I missed come back to bite me in the ass. ... yeah, okay, maybe a high C. Which means I'll have to retake the class. But if I can get this same teacher, I think that wouldn't be so bad, aside from the extra time spent.

But right, focusing just on the final, I'm feeling really chipper!
janetlin: (Dancing Eddie)
Wheee! ZOMG, I actually feel _good_ about my British Lit final and term paper!!!

I _totally_ procrastinated the paper. I didn't even start it 'til yesterday evening. It was to be 4-5 pages long expanding upon either any of the response paper (1-2 pgs) prompts throughout the semester, or any of the unused prompts from the midterm (he gave us six to study/prepare for, three were chosen on the day of the exam, and we had to write on one of those three). So I chose "Analyze two of Geoffrey Chaucer's pilgrims from The Canterbury Tales in terms of anti-clerical satire and Chaucer's commentary on the medieval church. Who and what does he satirize?" 'cause, srsly. Shooting fish in a barrel. So I wrote one page, and then decided to take a "break" and play a Lucius/Narcissa scene with [livejournal.com profile] eonone. When I realized that I probably didn't have the willpower to stop playing and return to my paper, I started writing it in the pauses while she typed up her responses. I got another page and a half done this way (multitasking! gasp, shock!). Then she had to go to bed, and I puttered out another half a page before deciding that I would probably be more coherent if I woke up early to finish instead of staying up late.

Turns out I was right (acid test, I know): I woke up at five thirty after slapping the alarm several times and the last page flew by in less time than I'd thought. So I had some extra time and I *gasp* semi-prepared some of the essay prompts for the final, did some last-minute cramming, took a bath and shaved my legs, woke up Morgan and took her to school, and got myself to school forty five minutes early. This is so not like me. So I sat in the classroom and *gasp* studied some more. And I really do feel pleased with how I think I did. One of the poetry attributions I know I totally pulled out of my ass, but the rest I think I actually _knew_. And my essay was _much_ better thought-out and presented than the one for my midterm was (it helped that I didn't change my mind in mid-stride this time and end up tearing a whole page out of my blue book and starting over *facepalm*).

So yeah. Holy cow. I think I might actually have a B. My attendance wasn't great, but I participated well when I was there. And unless the homework assignments I missed come back to bite me in the ass. ... yeah, okay, maybe a high C. Which means I'll have to retake the class. But if I can get this same teacher, I think that wouldn't be so bad, aside from the extra time spent.

But right, focusing just on the final, I'm feeling really chipper!
janetlin: (Smug)
I read my second Comp. essay aloud in class for our circle critique today, and afterward the teacher invited me to say what I liked or didn't like about it, and then she opened it up to the other students, and there was absolute silence. Every other student who's read this semester has had at least one other student speak up with something, even if it was as simple as, "I think that should be a dash instead of a semicolon." None of that from anybody.

No news is good news, though, 'cause they gave me back the copies I had handed out, and all their comments at the end and in the margins said it was well thought-out and put-together, and the teacher gave me an A. Huzzah.

And I'm also very glad that I didn't write on Hills Like White Elephants. You'd think that with eight stories to choose from, we'd get a pretty good variety of response. No, sir. Fully half the class wrote on Hemingway. What gives? I was the first person to write (I mean, read what I wrote) about The Yellow Wallpaper, and today was the second day of readings. Nobody thus far has even touched The Necklace, either, which I think is a wonderful piece.
janetlin: (Smug)
I read my second Comp. essay aloud in class for our circle critique today, and afterward the teacher invited me to say what I liked or didn't like about it, and then she opened it up to the other students, and there was absolute silence. Every other student who's read this semester has had at least one other student speak up with something, even if it was as simple as, "I think that should be a dash instead of a semicolon." None of that from anybody.

No news is good news, though, 'cause they gave me back the copies I had handed out, and all their comments at the end and in the margins said it was well thought-out and put-together, and the teacher gave me an A. Huzzah.

And I'm also very glad that I didn't write on Hills Like White Elephants. You'd think that with eight stories to choose from, we'd get a pretty good variety of response. No, sir. Fully half the class wrote on Hemingway. What gives? I was the first person to write (I mean, read what I wrote) about The Yellow Wallpaper, and today was the second day of readings. Nobody thus far has even touched The Necklace, either, which I think is a wonderful piece.

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