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I love my boss's acidic sense of humor. A student e-mailed a rant about one of the library's rules, and JD's politely-worded reply ended with thanking him for adhering to the rules, "few as they are."

Also, we got our Christmas present today. It's always something useful, and this year it's a messenger bag. Large enough to bung a laptop into, with lots of pockets for spare change, water bottles, and my walking pharmacy. Yay, JD!

Someone sent my supervisor a pound of See's chocolates, so she shared them with us. This reminds me; it's time to go to Staples and buy my annual five-gallon tin of popcorn. I dump the caramel -- Mom's is much better -- and slowly make my way through the cheese and butter.

Performance tonight! My back is hurting lots today, but the show must go on and all that. I'll be extra careful during the dances and while I'm negotiating the steps to and from the stage.

Weird dream last night made me sit up in terror much too early this morning. I only remember it involved a VIP elevator and a building 100 storeys high, and I had to sneak on and bluff my way up so I could do something really important at the top. (Dismantling or sabotaging something, near as I can recall.) I ended up balanced precariously to the top of the building, clutching to the spire for dear life. And the ride was terrifying; of course the elevator was glass, so I could see what was happening, and it didn't stay inside the building ... we were flying all around the city like the worm on the end of a fishing line when the holder of the rod has Tourette's.

And I was Colin Firth half the time. (Told you it was a weird dream.)

Stopping for fabric and fast food on the way to the theater. Munching on potassium-rich stuff to keep my muscles loose and the electrolytes up in the mean time.

Be happy, for it is almost Friday! (For me, anyway; for half of my flist, it is Friday.)