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William Shake­speare
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Umm. Yeah. I can stop blog­ging now.
There was a blog post in today’s NYT Book Review link­ing me to this site, and I just cut and pasted in my last blog post.  YEAH.
Okay.  Now back to your reg­u­lar reading.

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what? the day cashier quit and you worked late and got all manager-esque on those unsus­pect­ing cus­tomers and cowork­ers your first week at work? then found out tonight that you have to make dessert for 18 at a chris­ten­ing tomor­row at a des­ti­na­tion three hours away?
oh, wait, that’s me, not you.
fml.
(no, it’s all good. […]

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… a chain one, at that, and asks if they’re tak­ing appli­ca­tions.  The woman she asks looks like the woman in charge, as she’d hoped, and she hands the ex-lawyer an appli­ca­tion, ask­ing her what she’s look­ing for.  She says, straight­for­wardly, that she’d take stock or cashier, that she’s a burned-out lawyer look­ing to just […]

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Sort of.
My mother called yes­ter­day evening, and with the caller ID on our new hand­sets (my mother-in-law’s old phone, help­ing me screen calls) I saw it was her.  I took the call.
This is a big thing for me, caller ID.  When I’m espe­cially crazy (as opposed to my base­line func­tional crazy), I hate the phone.  I […]

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1.  You’re cranky when your flan­nel sheets aren’t as plush as they used to be.
2.  You’re torn between the spicy beef yaki soba, the hamachi and spicy tuna roll combo, or the tonkatsu for take­out for din­ner.
3.  You find your­self sneer­ing inter­nally at people’s ugly, cheap-looking shoes while you wait in line at the store.  (Oh, […]

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Some­times you can sort through the trash that’s col­lected. Read through the pile of mag­a­zines unread. Open each unopened enve­lope, email, Reader sub­scrip­tion, each bill, each “how have you been,” or “here’s how I am” cor­re­spon­dence, each plea for dona­tion, each state­ment of profit or loss over time.
But some­times it’s too much. You have […]

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It’s a phys­i­cal push­ing sen­sa­tion inside your brain. From the very back of your head—the urgency to do some­thing, FAST. Blow through thirty cross­word puz­zles in an hour. Read the same three books over and over, almost able to read it by mem­ory aloud, you’ve mem­o­rized the words by now. Read […]

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I haven’t spo­ken to my mother since the day before Easter.  The story doesn’t need to be rehashed at this point.  Suf­fice it to say, that in the midst of a con­ver­sa­tion in which I was try­ing to con­vince her that two hos­pi­tal­iz­able manic episodes in two years meant she should really take bet­ter care […]

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Today’s post, “Too much of a good thing,” is up at RealMental.

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This week’s post, “Dis­trac­tion,” is up.  Noth­ing insight­ful, just stream of con­scious­ness whining.

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