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I read The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros last night.

( Two selections, because I loved this little book. )

In other news, someone stole the change out of my car sometime, I guess, when it was at the garage. I went to grab a nickel yesterday from the little ashtray thing where I keep my loose change, and it was gone. I should probably be miffed, but mostly I find it kind of hilarious. There couldn't have been more than three dollars in there, and they didn't take anything else. They even left the little cigarette lighter, which was also in the ashtray thing.

But hey. Yay for Tuesday!

arrrrrrrrggggghh

Ugggghhhh. In the continuing saga of Heather's-car-sucking, my muffler now appears ready to fall off at any moment. I have no money. I have no time to take it to a garage. I get paid next Tuesday, I suppose I can last that long without a car.

Seriously. Someone somewhere hates me. In the cosmic sense.

At least it's Tuesday. Only 35 minutes left!