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[3pipeproblem]

Damn. Why is it so cold? Because it's fall, you say?

I finally got sheets for my bed (dunno where else I'd get sheets for, but whatever). That took almost exactly a month. It irritates me that my mother can't do anything without first attempting to get my dad to pay for it.

I found a copy of Ciaran Carson's Shamrock Tea on sale yesterday. I love his writing. The Star Factory was this poetical meandering through Belfast (during which he quoted the dictionary and referenced, among other things, Dr. Who), and this book consists of 101 short chapters, each regarding a different color. He talks about how Paris Green wallpaper killed Napoleon, and in the same breath goes on about Krakatoa and St. Augustine. He enjoys cataloguing the things he finds in drawers, or old postcards he purchased at a resale shop.

And then I have my law reading, which is also vastly entertaining, since it's from some Wharton professor's book called Make the Rules or your Rivals Will and it's currently detailing all these sketchy legal tactics corporations have employed over the years.

And Scrubs is on tonight.

ETA: No Scrubs. Sigh.

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[beechball.livejournal.com]

I thought Napoleon died of syphilis? Or was it just that he was syphilitic but actually died from lead poisoning. I know it's one of the two. But whatever, I'm just trying to avoid doing my work by commenting on this.

[3pipeproblem.livejournal.com]

Arsenic in the color pigment of the wallpaper, says Mr. Carson. And good luck with the whole not-doing-work thing.