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Urgh. All I feel like doing is flopping around in bed and whining "I don't wanna go to wooooork!"

At least I am in CA and don't have to go to work through the snow.

I miss having my sister around =(. I hate how empty the house feels now, and I keep missing my family and being at home and feeling safe. Sometimes I wish I could curl up and be a kid again for a very long time.

I ended up staying up way too late reading a Jenny Crusie to cheer myself up, and now I'm sort of grumpy because of that. I must remember to get enough sleep. Except then I don't read enough, because that's the only time I read. I need to carve out time to read during the day instead of constantly refreshing my computer screen or watching TV. I really wish it were more convenient and practical to take the train to work every day, because then I would have that time to read, and maybe I would even sleep more, which would make up for having to get up earlier.

Anyhow, this is my standard whinging about never feeling like I have enough time or people around or anything. I think what I miss the most about college is dorm life and always having people around. I mean, it's awesome that Angela is here and hangs out with me all the time. I just wish there were more of her!

Cushman, Karen - The Ballad of Lucy Whipple

I picked this up on the strength of Cushman's Catherine, Called Birdy. It's not quite as quirky or as funny as that book, but it's still good.

Lucy Whipple, formerly known as California Morning Whipple, has been dragged by her widowed mother across the country to dusty California, but all she can think of and long for is going back to Massachusetts.

Come to think of it, that's rather similar to my own life, except I never thought about it while I was reading it. Hrm.

The book is written in first-person POV, interspersed with Lucy's letters to her grandparents back east. While I like Lucy's voice, particularly her adoption of Western slang, I did find myself sort of missing Birdy's very distinctive diary voice. I think regular first-person POV may smooth out some of the more idiosyncratic bits about Lucy. I feel like I should have liked Lucy much more than I did -- I liked her, but I didn't quite adore her, despite the fact that she is bookish and also a displaced, moved-about person rather like me. Also, the relative familiarity of the era makes the book slightly less interesting to me. I know pretty much nothing about life during the Middle Ages, so I loved seeing little details of that in Birdy's diaries, but I have read a good deal of YA books about kids dragged out West by their parents and hating it, then finally learning to love it.

Anyhow, it was a fun read, just not smashingly brilliant.