Being a force for social change can be exhausting, y'all

But I'm not a shirker. So I press forward.

I had to bawl out some neighbor kids for ripping up my roommate's flowers. Only I tried to do it in a nice way and refrained from setting anyone on fire with my eyes. They were still across the street when I realized what happened, one of them holding the victimized flowers in her hand, and they still tried to act like they had no idea what I was talking about. Anyway. I feel like I taught them a Very Important Lesson about why we don't rip up flowers that don't belong to us. They must have really taken it to heart, too, because the next day all my crocuses had been yanked up and ground into the sidewalk. Which, yes, I feel is justifiable grounds for beating people with a shovel.

And then I had to write a nice letter to D*seret Book informing them that they might want to look into getting a printer who uses actual glue on the binding of their soft-cover books rather than low-grade elephant snot. Because I do not appreciate the part where the pages of these books keep falling out in chunks, forcing me to spend even more of the collections budget on additional copies of (frequently abysmal) LDS fiction. And no, they don't get a pass here. I pay just as much for that stuff as I do for real literature, so by crap I shouldn't have to deal with missing pages--even if some of the books are actually improved by the omissions.

See why I'm so tired?

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