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There were many who liked to remember that during the Second Invasion, even though an American Jew, as President, was Hegemon of the alliance, an Israeli Jew was Stategos in overall command of I.F. defense, and a Russian Jew was Polemarch of the fleet, it was Mazer Rackham, a little-known, twice-court-martialled, half-Maori New Zealander whose Strike Force broke up and finally destroyed the bugger fleet in the action around Saturn. Ender's Game, Orson Scott Card

Ha! That provided me with a moment of delight in an otherwise mostly relaxing day. I felt like I was rebelling against the season wandering around in a tank top and such, but eventually the breeze got to me and I slipped on a long sleeved shirt. It was still nice to curl up in my chair and read while the weather was nice, windows and door open for a lovely airing out of my room.
In other news, I want to give Peter a smack upside the head. He stood me up. There I was at Scarfies, spending my $50 bar tab, and trying not to drink too much too fast and make myself sick, while fending off creepy guys and checking out chicks with a lesbian for lack of anything better to do. Without him. And it went from him maybe showing up at 12 to showing up at 1, only he didn't show up, and didn't text until long after I figured I'd been left high and dry. Bad manners, I tell you. *muttermutter* only bloody text me at bloody 20 after 3 in the morning to say you're not coming *fumes*
It's Sunday, which means CSI and NCIS on tv tonight. Every time I watch NCIS I think of diea, particularly if it's a scene with Abby, who I once (rightly) guessed was her favourite character (and after having seen only one or possibly two episodes, too). And I do like my crime shows and such. I think the tv shows I watch right now are Scrubs and House, Numb3rs, CSI, and NCIS... and occasionally That 70's Show or Will & Grace.
Gyarrg. Tired.
I take some sort of sadistic pleasure in walking back from down with a bag full of library books. No, wait. Masochistic. Yes. That's the one. I always want to mix that up. But yes. I got about ten books out, at least three of which were hardcover. And then I decided not to wait for the bus but rather walk back. And then I ran into town again last night. And walked back this morning. I'm trying to make my legs drop off.
I had a text convo with my dad today. It was weird. *blinks* And I'm supposed to be getting my third and last MENZ B immunisation shot soon.

Fin.