Irony is such a liar. She never took a day of Latin in her life. I took it in ninth grade because I had to and it bit my ass and my bitter Jesuit priest teacher scared the hell out of me. But we are Jewish and we can sing real good.
There was this woman in the bookstore who came up to the counter about five minutes after we were supposed to close (God, I hate those people) came up to the counter and asked if we had any books on Celtic Shamanism. I giggled and pointed out that this is shoreline Connecticut, so of course we didn't. But we did have many books on baking white bread. This was after one of our cash registers and the computer that tells us what books our warehouse is carrying died. It was a fun evening. But my school stuff is basically all done, and so is my shopping. So bring on the goddamn holiday cheer