"Each Built Six Foot Four (Unbelievable!)..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

The library is going between ZOMG BUSY and ...no one's here... right now. ^_^;; We're in a ...no one's here... period just now, but judging by the number of people coming through the door as I type this, it's about to be mad again.

Yeek.

I am checking out eight books so far, two films, and I am undoubtedly going to find more. The fact that I'm almost done with my squeeful Shakespeare book of impossibly awesome love is apparently permission to start checking out again with a frenzy.

Speaking of my Shakespeare book, I am almost to the Hamlet section. I just finished As You Like It, and Hamlet is the only one leeeeft. Bweeeeeee.

Mary Jo (the therapist) sent me a postcard! <3 I wish I had her address; I'd write her a long, silly letter.

When I get home to-day, I am definitely going to sleep (after I shower, and finish my Astronomy exam, and treadmill, and... ...what was that again?). Or, at least, that was my conceit.

I am becoming fond of Cicero.

And now I am going to get back to working the desk, because omg people. X___x Where did you all come from?

Comments

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

...Yes.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

You got it.

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

Yay! ^__^ Make him flail, plz. He'll write back, but I cannot promise more than one sentence.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Okay! Our agenda says one letter to Don John with a guarantee to make him flail. :D One sentence will be more than enough for Her Royal Sillyness.