Just finished listening to my former-roomie’s CD for the first time. A lot of the songs are new, which is weird. I remember when she wrote “for you;” i remember listening to it in our room late at night. It’s strange to hear it recorded, coming out of my computer speakers. Listening to “to blame,” though, i think i think of all her songs as being in our room slash echoing in the stairwell. Listening to “better off”... wow, it’s weird listening to a song and knowing the story behind it.
I actually did work for all three hours i was at the office today. “Reading dead people’s mail,” as Jessica-whom-i-just-can’t-quite-call-Swe
etieGirl-even-though-she-is would say. I really did feel like i was working in an archive. We want to invite major donors to the grand reopening, but some of them are dead, so we want to invite their next of kin. I went through files, pulled other files, Googled, and made great use of
Bigfoot. Ann thought Michael (Michael Goodison the archivist, not Michael Thurston the adorable English professor) might have more information, but everytime i asked him he came up with less than i had found. I felt bad, asking him to do work for Ann that ended up being useless, but it was also cool to know that i’m doing my job well. And it’s becoming common for people to voice appreciation at my efficient, conscientious, etc. work. And there are times i know things other people don’t. Not my favorite job ever, but honestly, i like it, and i like the people.
We watched
Pillow Talk at tea. I was pleasantly surprised by the movie.
Meh. Tonight is going to be early to bed.
