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June 3, 2010
I have to stop leaving books on the M5. Or at least thinking I left books on the M5. And no, this is not a neuroses centered on a compulsive irrational thought about the process of thinking, but rather a statement on the real live fact that I have lost two books recently and can only surmise that I left them in the back of the bus (no Rosa Parks defiance for these bound volumes) in the mad excitement to be taking leave of it after the 25-minute ride home from the gym. (P.S. The M5 route includes the library.)