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Jan. 15th, 2009 08:06 amIt's a week into the semester and I'm already questioning my sanity. This is bad. I know I bought a copy of Mary Barton at the Book Attic in Nashville over break. I know this. I have a very clear memory of it; it has a reddish brown cover and a fuzzy oil painting of a Victorian street scene on the front. And yet it is nowhere to be found in my apartment. Not on a bookcase, not in a box, not in a bag...nowhere. Did gremlins carry it off? WHERE THE HELL IS MY BOOK, UNIVERSE? I AM NOT IN THE MOOD TO PLAY GAMES!