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At last, I have returned from spending a week in Williamsburg with my mom and grandmother. (Williamsburg outlet mall, how I love thee. How I love shopping in thee with relatives to foot the bill). I am now one pair of brand-new Nike running shoes the richer--plus, the three of us went to see The Bourne Supremacy, starring Matt Damon's beautifully muscled biceps... and a lot of stunt drivers. The female CIA operative who served as his opponent was a pleasant surprise--usually, Robert Ludlum's female characters suck more than a cheap ho. Maybe the screenwriter improved her a bit.
I feel very industrious today, since in the past seven hours I've vacuumed the downstairs, given the dog a bath (quite a task when the dog is an 85lb Alsatian/wolfhound mix), and spent two hours shelving books at the library.
Plus, I've found a new source of literary entertainment to hold me until George R. R. Martin's A Feast for Crows comes out this fall. PG Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books. These things are crack! Crack, I tell you, crack! Damn the Lexington Park library for having only one of them.
I feel very industrious today, since in the past seven hours I've vacuumed the downstairs, given the dog a bath (quite a task when the dog is an 85lb Alsatian/wolfhound mix), and spent two hours shelving books at the library.
Plus, I've found a new source of literary entertainment to hold me until George R. R. Martin's A Feast for Crows comes out this fall. PG Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books. These things are crack! Crack, I tell you, crack! Damn the Lexington Park library for having only one of them.