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He spoke in the abrupt, clipped tones of northern In-World, where--or so Depape had heard--reindeer-fucking was still considered the chief sport. If you ran slower than your sister, that was.

Now, if that's not a classic I don't know what is. Still making my way slowly through Stevie's Wizard and Glass. I find myself enjoying the book more this time around, especially since I'm not speed-reading in order to find out what's happening to Susannah, Eddie, Jake, and Oy. But I still have a problem with King's sexual content. Or, rather, the way that he elaborates on certain scenes and leaves others curiously bare. But maybe that's my inner prude talking. I've noticed that King has a bunch of recurring themes/character-types within his works:

• There's usually always some sort of tension between a female character and her mother/mother-figure. It's very Freudian, with the female character and her dad having gotten along swimmingly before the man's untimely demise. I'm guessing his wife and her mother weren't terribly tight.
  
• A mentally retarded adult male character that everyone has a place in their heart for. This character usually figures prominently in the climax of the novel.
  
• A wise elderly minority figure. Usually they're black, but we have the occasional Native American making an appearance.
  
• If said wise minority figure is a Native American, better believe that they're going to put some sort of curse on the protagonist.
  

I'm fairly certain their are other patterns to be found, but I'm too tired to pick my brain at the moment. Even with all of that, I like W&G, and most other King books. Call me a sucker.


Got my first paycheck today. Talk about a major downer. But by that time I was exhausted and down because I'd checked out my bank statement, so I really couldn't get any lower. Spent most of the day decorating the store. I guess the manager couldn't get any of the seasoned workers to leave the salesfloor, so he decided to stick us newer workers on the grunt work. Wanna read something funny? My manager is 3 years younger than I am. Out of the 12 workers in the store, I'm actually the second-oldest and the only college graduate (the others are in school or never finished). I'm twenty fuckin' THREE. Dunno. That just struck me as odd. I found myself mentally bitching because I've had to work three days in a row. I realize I've become spoiled from working hours I set up when at UFS. I just want to be able to sleep in one morning, stay under the covers, and read. Or watch cable. Dad got around to setting up power in my room, so all I have to do is get around to calling Time Warner for installation. I won't be in time to catch QAF, so I'm hoping I can get som-DAMN! I just remembered I have a damned meeting on Sunday from 7-10! SHIT. There go my QAF plans. *sigh*


I'm tired; does it show? As I was leaving RS I contemplated picking up something to eat. Yesterday when I came home I was met with stewed chicken and black-eyed beans, not what I wanted. I remember thinking "I work all day then come home to *this*". Then I realized I sounded exactly like my father. I shut up and decided to be happy with whatever mom had put together.

Okay, sleep time for me. Whee!