I'm not liking this having a part time job in a library thing. I talked to the angry blonde lady this evening, and she's not as angry as she looks, which is good. Also, I work tomorrow night too, which I was not planning on, and the night after that, and then next week I work Monday Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday and the then next week I work Monday Tuesday and Thursday. While this seems to be what a part time job should be I fear it may make me psycotic. Just a theory though. I talk to myself too much while I work and everyone thinks I'm crazy, and I've perfected the Floppy Rockstar mannerisms and I found a spider mite crawling around on one of the CD's I was shelving.

I have to go call my cuz'n now.