Music today: What music?? The morning news for god's sake!!
Friday, Feb. 13, 2004 - 8:31 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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In the 100 Acre Wood
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Goddamn it's 8:30 am... I will now send ALL the posters on Saturday.. so I pay one expensive shipment instead of one expensive and one less expensive... ie two.
Sigh. So I called Fedex.
And then asked questions to compare them with UPS ... and now I am just confused about sending my books to the States. They say that dedouanement is brokerage fees, and I will still need to pay duty and taxes. Criminy. It is gonna cost me more than I make to send these books. Damn.
So they told me to call the American Embassy. It is not open. But of course their message says "call during office hours", but does not mention what those office hours might be. I guess so you cannot hold them to them.
Sigh. Cuz maybe I can just take the books with me on the plane, though they are heavy. But maybe if I do that they won't let me into the states. I have no clue and no clue who to ask. There must be many writers who go to the states to sign books. But they probably have an editor and a distributor sending the books to the stores, instead of lugging them themselves.
And everyone I know here in Montreal is francophone... they and their books dont even go to the states. Now if I could only just ring up Stephen Pinker or Yann Martell who happen to live here. I think my doctor and my therapist (who know each other... the one recommended the other) know them socially. Youpee. As if I can call up my doctor and ask for the phone # of some emminent writer. And then call him and quiz him. Sigh.
Why is this all so complicated? Taxes, shipping, duty fees... hell, for all I know I will sell three, and bring all the rest home with me... and I'd have paid US taxes on importing them. Glll..
Well, I suppose I should try to sleep for a couple hours.
In the meantime, I was over at SquirrelX's, since what else would I do when I am dead tired, and fed up with calling places that are closed... and I found the "The 100 Acre Personality Quiz" and had to take it. She is Pooh. Somehow I got 49 points out of 100. What the HELL does that mean? Other than that, I am Kanga. Of COURSE I am Kanga... I was meant to be the Mom. Sigh. I missed my calling. Maybe I'll be an adopted Grandma.
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gday... well I cannot verily say goodnight at 8:39 am now can I?!!
Drat, my Friday horoscope just came in. Why do I read these things?? Here goes:
Here is my horoscope for Friday, February 13:Nice eh. zzzzz
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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