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I feel contenty this evening. I have some minor dissapointments to dea with, like the fact thgat I was short again at work (7$), and made a silly mistake that confusedf me for far too long, and also there is no one around and I am vaguely lonely. But I am still content.

I should be well rested tomorrow. I don't work at the booth again until Friday. I made it to the library and picked up a pirate book I had ordered from Saint John, which amused my by being an almost ocmplete rip off of A General History of the Pirates, or at lest part of it. I also picked up another bok for leisure reading: Eco's The Island of the day Before. I finished my Tome of the Rings, too. And I remember why, the first time through, Merry was my favourite character. I can't wait to see how they handle things in the final movie installment.

And to spread my mood, I am going to quote a passage for you all... a letter from a shipwrecked man to his love, from the Eco book. I adore his prose.

( Letter )
The character who wrote that is supposed to be a bit long winded and overly metaphorical, I believe. I'm not even through the first chapter. Ahhh, Eco.