Well, there you have it. I blame Tony Blair for ruining this entire day.
I'll spare you the boring details as I have to meet my parents for dinner shortly, but I think you should all know that this post is coming to you live from the archives. It's late...and there are no real historians in the room...so I don't have to worry about getting dirty looks for using a program other than Word. But keep this on the D-L; if you tell anyone, I'm afraid they'll revoke my privileges.
(In case you're wondering, that was a veiled plea for one of my readers to tell someone, and for that someone to ban me from the archives for life. That, friends, would be nirvana.)
Random thoughts: Yesterday, I swallowed a fly while I was biking to the archives. I have since developed a twitch in my right eye. I'm unsure if these two phenomena are related, but I'm seriously considering swallowing a spider.
There was a man wearing plaid pants yesterday. They were rather similar to these puppies:
He came back today...wearing the same pants. He also monopolized the photocopier for about an hour, taunting me with his photocopiable materials. Reason 9,567,221 why I hate studying History: You can't photocopy historical documents.
And now, it's time for me to hit the locker room. True story. Archives Canada provides even the geekiest of historians the space in which we can pat ourselves on the back and pretend to be jocks.
What happens in the historian's locker room, you ask?
'Good research today, kid. I really liked that point on your HB.'
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Joanna remains unsatisfied by this journal entry.
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True story.
I mentioned to the maid in my hotel room that you wanted to get out of archives...and although she responded with a simple "Que?" I'm pretty sure she meant:
"Of course, Mr. Morrison, I will get on that immeadiatly. Do you have any other suggestions for me? Perhaps I may shine your shoes, or your head? No? That will be all for today then, Mr Morrison? Tell Mr. Clark that I will be working on his issue as soon as I am done folding your laundry."
But my spanish has become rough, so who knows!
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