At my 8 or 9 year old birthday party, Eletha brought me a big stack of Ramona Quimby books. Eletha was my grandma's cranky sister who was hard of hearing and later that night broke our toilet seat.
The other details of the party have blurred, but I remember wishing sincerely that everyone would go home so that I could read my new books.
that is how i feel about work today.
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