Presently at the library. 'Tis quiet, but notably dark; I'm staying from 14:00 to 17:00, instead of 13:00 to 14:00, which is the usual. Waen is not here.
Booksale: Bought Good Omens (*hopes for approval*); Vanity Fair; Gulliver's Travels; A Sherlock Holmes collection; The Brothers Karamazov; someone else had bought the Herman Melville short story collection during the week, and the copy of The Mysterious Island is the Kingston translation and therefore "taboo". ^_~
Checked out: The Hessian, which has come at last! *dances*
snowyofthenight will be proud of me. I'll begin it as soon as I've finished Phantom.
It's a little noisier here than I like, and there are more people; and of course I'm alone; but really, I like working at the library so much. <3 Should be all right until da' or Mum comes, at any rate.
We went to a Beethoven concert earlier to-day, but I had six hours of sleep last night, and it was so dark and so warm and the music was so nice... I fear I fell asleep. Alas.
At home, there is a fellow doing what-have-you with the computer so that it's not dial-up internet any longer. Of course, what this means is that we shall all be changing our e-mail addresses
again. Am attempting to change my personal correspondence, if not livejournal comments and ff.n reviews, to G-mail, which I am for-ever grateful to
lillieoz for providing me with. It's handy to have an e-mail program that works. ^^; Many thanks!
...And now I'd probably get back to the desk and try actually "working" for my last half hour. Alas, the procrastination... Alas. Even here.