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I'm now 34. That's two years short of the average autistic life expectancy, though I'm lucky enough I'll likely live much longer. If Trump doesn't lead us to nuclear war with Iran or North Korea or somewhere else anyway. I'm not going to remain the youngest employee in the library much longer either; we've got a new person coming in who's younger. Although at least one person when I came on board who's since left was also younger than me. It was a weird day today when all the new items came in, most of them at different times in the afternoon, until the label sheet had gone through the printer was too many times. Though at least the permanent copy of Comey (we've got three temporary copies on loan from a library vendor that loans libraries temporary items) came with the label already attached.
Went out with my mother and sister for Asian fusion this evening. We went to an excellent restaurant that never seems to have that many people in it, to the point it's surprising it's survived as long as it has. It did take a well for them to deliver us the check, though.