I have a lot of problems. I hate admitting guilt or responsibility. I'm lazy. I'm not as reliable as I should be. I have a temper.

But damnit, why does it look like I'm one of the most reasonable people I know?

We've got this crazy situation at the place I'm staying. There's nothing I can say that won't get back to someone and piss them off, and of the four people involved, it seems that two of them are working as hard as they can at making sure the situation can't be resolved.

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I think I'm becoming a weird sort of semi-bibliophilie. I keep feeling compelled to collect books I think might be informative or helpful with the intent of reading, but actually finish so few of them.... o_o

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