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So you know The Anaeid? And how in Virgil's hell, the damned are forced to do the exact same thing over and over again? I was thinking about this on the bus this morning, surrounded by my fellow wall-eyed commuters pretending to be interested in the uninteresting scenery. ('There's the storage place, furniture, Castle superstore...closest stop to REI, Subway, bus station, *ding!*) I decided that Virgil got the idea from the people working around him, and I don't know if I'm worried or comforted that people have been miserable in the same way as me for a long, long time.

I want an oatmeal raisin cookie more than I'd like to admit.

I tried to puzzle through The Anaeid in Latin once. We were getting vague Latin lessons in my 7th grade gifted class (before the teacher died) and I figured that since I spoke English I could work out enough of the Latin to get the gist. (I was an ambitious little jerk, then.) Anyway, I couldn't do it, so I quit and went back to The Babysitters Club or something.

Mmmm, cookie. Maybe I should close the store for a little while and go buy some magazines and a cookie. My boss is out of town for the week.