Late-Night Adventures in the Library

In good news, I got my presentation finished and it went very well. In less good news, I didn't get the paper done. I'm still working on it (but I have ACTUAL PARAGRAPHS NOW), which is why this entry will be very brief.

While I was sitting here with the window open, wondering what else to say, a patron comes up and asks that I switch out the headphones he's checked out. He feels around his pockets and says, "I left my wallet in my pants." I really hope he meant "jacket." The counter's very high, though, so I really have no idea if he was wearing pants or not. PANTS: THEY ARE IMPORTANT.

Normally this is not the shift that gets the weirdos. Sketchy people trying to convince me they're students around midnight (when non-students get kicked out), yes. People who inexplicably are trying to print in color at 2 AM, yes. But the weirdos are generally limited to my Sunday afternoon shift, when I have to deal with the General Public. The General Public is weird. Students who come into the library during the day are somehow weirder than ones who come in at night. It seems counter-intuitive.

Anyway, I should get back to work on my paper.

How is it Friday already? ZOMG.

I'm so not ready for this week to be over. AT ALL. In fact, I'd like to lodge a formal protest, that this week went by much too fast and I'd like at least 48 hours back.

The problem with this week is that I spent the first half of it utterly unable to focus, so I got absolutely nothing done, to speak of, until Thursday morning. I mean, really.

( Intense emotional processing, which is actually the PURPOSE of the Friday chicken. )

I'm not giving myself traditional goals for this week, other than 1) breathe, and 2) survive. Anything else is gravy.

I have this post I've been internally processing about the pathologizing of childhood, and you'll probably see it later this week too. (But don't be terribly disappointed if you don't.)

So that's me. How's all of you?