My job may be awesome, but it is not free from painfully mundane tasks. The task I'm currently procrastinating about is completing the editorial freelance paysheets. I'm assuming like most large publications, the freelance list is endless. I firmly believe that all freelancers should be paid, and paid more than they are, for the writing they do. I just wish I wasn't the one who had to compile it every week.
In the D this week we have seen an absolutely unprecedented few days straight of solid sunshine. Since Detroit is second to Seattle for most rain dumped on us in a year, I'd say this is quite a notable miracle. Distracting, but wonderful. It allows me to lunch outside and get lost in a book, the current pick being The Kite Runner. I first found out about The Kite Runner three years ago when I was a lifeguard and a counselor up at Interlochen Arts Camp (band camp, albeit more sophisticated and cutthroat). I just never felt like reading it until now, and now that I am, I can't put it down. Books and I have a tumultuous relationship; if I don't like it, I don't read it anymore. Sometimes even if I like it, I'm prone to losing it in public places never to see it again.
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