Go Fetch, Life is Peaceful There

Today has been FAN.TAS.TIC. Better than yesterday, when,

I pulled out a periodical box with no back... Seriously, who does that?! Cyclist Touring Club Gazette everywhere. Sigh.

But now I have a long weekend, a free drink, and the picture I've wanted to take all week.

 Ok, so it's some shoes. But life, they say, is about the little things.

Back After the Loong Weekend...

Four days, it transpires, is too long for any self-respecting weekend.

I had basically forgotten that I'd ever worked in a library. And I was not the only one. Colleagues were falling over, dropping books, getting classmarks muddled... I scraped my hand on the door, spent half the afternoon wearing bunny ears... Basically we went to PIECES.

(But not as much as the early vols of the Guardian, which it is impossible to properly fetch to someone- if we're talking, y'know, the whole thing, because some of the thing is

unfetchable.)

Basically,

was pretty low. And the slips kept piling in. But I suppose, at least we know the students need us. This is serious stuff, exams are approaching and who can blame them for putting in the extra study hours, sitting somewhere quiet to go over those notes and request academic material...

Snail, Woman, Flower, Star

This is how I want people to describe me. A collection of random nouns. Unfortunately, I'm not fussed enough to make myself separately flower-like, snail-like, star-like...

Completely unrelated:

I think anyone who writes a book on flirting is probably not the right person to ask for advice. Bit too calculated. Mirrored your body language here. Made eye contact. Breathed inwards through nostrils, out through mouth.

Apparently it's psychoanalytic:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Flirtation-Adam-Phillips/dp/0571174906

That figures.

And Other Poems

Things haven't got any less busy but this (4-day!) week has been pretty good so far anyway. It's totally all about being able to see the bright side. Well, that and fetching things like this:

Yeah. You think you've misread it but you haven't.

  

Someone's had a pretty bad dating experience...

Recap

Quick recap of the past few days:

VOID

Limp Pigs

Good Wood

Whore.

It's been pretty busy, so I've got a bit stressed, but not quite to the extent I need to be slapped or drenched in water a la 50s housewife. Still,

That told me.

Bit of Slap and Tickle...

Some catchy titles pertaining to 'bumping uglies':

Kinda creepy to use a sex reference for Mother Teresa, but I bet it boosted sales.

On a related subject, I went to the sex-dungeon-section the library the other day, and it turns out it's LAME. Barely any chains on the walls at all. And considering how much porn's published, there's a lack of that too. I find myself back where I started, asking the same question again - where is the porn?

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 That is all.