Dublin, Used Books and Amazon

I hope you are all fine.. I am just peachy myself.

It was not a bad sort of day over all, although I am not really looking forward to the rest of it.

I woke up around 10, and started work on a paper about the Mexicamerican war. By started work, I mean I read through a book about the subject, interspersed with looking at things I am going to buy once I start work. I am going to finish the thing off tonight, which should not be too hard. It is one of those papers where my professor would like to hear about the evil history of white America, and how we should tear down the borders and give the Mexicans their country back. You see I find it easier to write about things I don't believe.

Apart from anti immigrant bigotry and rampant consumerism, I also began the second day in my new career as a piano mover. Around 3, my parents and I drove to the U- Haul place on Marlborough street and rented a truck. We then drove to Surry, looking like a Pikey family in search of empty houses and stopped at the house of a man selling pianos. Yesterday I explained how pianos are not in sync with evolution and so on, and this piano was no exception. It was heavy... Very heavy. My dad and I wrestled the thing into the truck, and tied it down, with my mom anxiously humming and the German piano salesman looking undisturbed by my dad's slightly veiled Hitler Youth reference. We soon arrived back at our driveway, and I climbed into the back of the truck to hold the piano in place if the rope slipped or snapped; an effort which would really have been useless if such a thing had occurred, because it defies the laws of physics that I could have held 700 pounds of wood and metal steady with one hand on an almost 90 degree slope. After much violent cursing, we somehow heaved the thing into the living room and drank beers.

That is what I did today.. I also smelled wonderful and played mandolin..