Tuesday, May 31, 2005
I bought textbooks this afternoon; their glossy covers and unbent spines are refreshing. I refrained from laughing when the book boy, as he manually entered the price for Eike's class book, informed me, 'And you do know this is $60.75, right?' All I know is that it had dadgum well better be the most enlightening piece of literature I read this summer.
The people who work behind the library reference desk never use their library voices. Usually this would not awaken my irascibility, but their conversations with each other are always banal, and their phone communications likewise are boring. I want to hurl my pen drive at the bookish (anyone who works in a library is "bookish") little man over there now- he types too loud, too.
I anticipate a smooth summer routine beginning tomorrow (when school again commences).
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:44 PM]