Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.

PS.

I hurt myself again

But it wasn't to 'see if I still feel,' I'm just a douche.

Closing Time

So. I haven't blogged much recently.

I was on holiday then just... mindless, again. Like I'd never left. Like the library's the Lethe or something, I seem to forget every day as it passes.

In many ways I don't want to leave. I've met some lovely people here, and it's one of the most peaceful jobs I've had; I don't have to entertain people or deal with complaints or shovel muck around. I'm going to miss it.

But I don't think about that too much or I'll be crying in the tower like a princess, and right now I need to get back to

Education.

Location Location

Dude, when the library asks for an address, we mean the actual place you live. Some people have literally just started putting bunch of numbers and letters. We're not SatNav...

Still, at least that's a viable mistake. Unlike this, 

On a bus in Cambridge.

...

I have no idea what's been going on for most of the past few weeks, since my brain has been melting. And my body it seems, I keep losing bits of myself.

   

It's just weird being so mindlessly busy all the time, I literally feel like I switch on autopilot every morning and just don't even think for about 6hours (minus 2 for the tea and lunchtime conversation...

 Ok I'm being generous.)

I'm just not sure how I'm gonna cope with going back to uni and needing to follow a train of thought/argument for longer than a problem slip or a discussion about cake. And I'm worried because I know how this will end: I will be back. 

People always come back.

Grandpa in my Pocket

I'm sorry, but who decided that was a good idea for a magazine? Help the Aged?! There's even a picture of said grandpa in a pose that implies 'shush, little boy, it'll be our secret...'

Doodles

So I went to a hen do on Saturday

Don't fall out of a stretch Hummer, is my advice to you (stretch Ford, but that is a story for a different day.) Though the injury at least didn't hurt, cuz I was wearing my beer armour.

I also got to meet one of the cutest dogs in the world.

Or well, a dog who likes me. Which doesn't happen very often considering dogs usually like everybody.

Whatever. It's not important. At least I know how to wear my kredemnon.

Number 3 is my FAVE. Closely followed by 6, the moob tube.