Lucky me, I get to spend the day cooped up in the library with Ethel. First thing this morning, I had to call the Pole Artist to let him know he had an arrived hold, which means he’ll definitely be in today and try to lure back to his gallery after close… ew.
In an attempt to drown out Ethel’s constant babble I picked up the newest Conde Naste Traveler. Unfortunately, the scenic pictures and descriptions of spa emenities only made my outlook for the day that much more bleak. Someone save me now…
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