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[beatriceeagle]

Usually, I love night, because usually, being alone is kind of comforting. I'm probably a ridiculously strange person for that, but whatever. That's me.

But tonight (almost 3 am, so it's not really night) is one of those times when I hate night, because everyone's asleep when I want to talk and being alone sucks instead of being comforting.

So I'm posting on LJ.

Actually, I considered sneaking into my sister's room and sleeping on her trundle bed (yes, she has a trundle bed, and I, Laura Ingalls Wilder freak that I am, am insanely jealous), but it was too dark to read and I can't sleep without reading. I spent a couple of minutes in there anyway, just because I really did want to talk and that was about as close as I was going to get. I stopped short of waking her up. Maybe I'll talk to her tomorrow.

Anyway, with this pointless post out of the way, I think I'll go read. With luck, I can finish this book and start on The Scarlet Letter (for summer reading) tomorrow.

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[beatriceeagle.livejournal.com]

I've developed a pretty good mental translator, so that shouldn't be too big of a problem. The problem is that the introduction is 46 pages long. I like reading introductions, out of courtesy, but...no. That's extravagant.