“Do you have an envelope?” she asks, mildly annoyed at something I don’t know. “Like, to mail a letter?”
I nod. “I do, but it has a plastic address window.”
She grabs it from my hand. “You don’t have any other envelopes?”
I bite back the obvious: when I am giving you free office supplies, either don’t accept them or don’t complain about them. Instead I smile and say, “No. That’s it.”
“Ummm …” she looks around the circulation desk, as if I am lying to her, for other envelopes. I just watch her until she goes away.
The Embarcadero was flooded this morning, and the subway was quite slow. I did not want to make the trek into work, but I was glad I did, because my co-workers are super fantastic and I do like the quiet pre-student-infested library. Even with the rude patrons. Now I have an outlet for my library-related frustrations: the library_mofo community at LiveJournal.
My friend Jessi recommended Rob Dougan’s “Furious Angels” to me, and since I had an iTunes Music Store gift card, I decided to purchase it. It is moody and dark and perfect for such a rainy Friday.
‘Cause love, like an invisible bullet, has shot me down and I’m bleeding yeah, I’m bleeding and if you go, furious angels will bring you back to meI sure hope tonight’s plans include EverQuest2. That will make me forget for a few hours that that this country is quickly turning anti-female.