"I Sent You For Jelly, You Came Back With Jam..."

Ai-yi-yi. The library just got crazy-busy. Almost forty people in as many minutes, and the cart is about full, and gahhhh. I'm panicking inwardly; the tremor in my hands is getting very bad, and my legs keep threatening to give, too. I hate it when that happens.

I've just started fretting about the tremor, actually. Because I've had this bad shake for the last year, and it just occurred to me that it's really going to be a problem for my chosen career path. One can't exactly be a surgeon if one's hands are always trembling. Guh. Now I can worry.

...But I'm okay! Really! I'm about to go out and shelve, and I like that, and I love this library, and I'm okay. ^__^

Oh. Oh. And I got two packages this morning, and they made me cry, because you're too nice to me and I don't deserve it and I love you so much, and guh.

And now I shelve. *runs, hides*

"Who Exactly Do You Think I Am...?"

Aaaaaahaha, I just telephoned a reserve notification into a person with the last name of 'Fortinbaugh'. And I laughed, because I am a horrible person.

(Which reminds me that yesterday at Curves three of the ladies were talking about a conspiracy of grocers, and I, showing great restraint, did not make any 'they must be in on it with the mapmakers' jokes, even though I could have.)

I also have no will-power where books are concerned. I came in to-day determined that I would not check out any more books until I'd read the ones I had at home, but I failed. I got out six or seven to-day. Oh, well. :)

And now back to work, and to stop laughing over things that are not really Hamlet-related.

Edit: Oh, and someone interfiled the Lynn Austin books with Jane Austen. That's funny, except when it's terribly, terribly sad. XD