okay, it is like frickin' hurricane andrew outside, and no one seems to notice.
does anyone care that my lightweight dodge neon is probably sailing down walnut street by now?? ah, it's just as well. i've sold my life to this place anyway. i might as well take the liberty of tacking up a hammock in the back room and making my nest there. let's see, what else will i need? i guess the hot-pot from college that was used exclusively for the creation of "all things ramen noodle" would be useful. there's a frightfully filthy mini fridge under the circulation desk that would be perfect for storing a bottle of water, a yogurt, and three grapes--(wait, does cyanide need to be refrigerated? if it does, the yogurt's out.)
seriously, i'm pretty sure the ark just floated past the student center. it certainly didn't pick up anyone as potential candidates for reproduction....
this day could not possibly go any slower. luckily, i have a charming dinner date to look forward to. (curse those dangling prepositions!)
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Ok, speaking of hurricanes and libraries, you really need to read "Winner of the National Book Award" by Jincy Willett which tracks the life of a librarian and her twin sister. In fact, it starts out with the librarian hunkering down in her library while a hurricane rages outside. And it's damn funny, too. And caustic. I really think you'd like it.
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