working

at work. not working...

well, i am working the circulation desk, but it is so impossibly slow that i'm actually passing gas without concern for the welfare of others (or my dignity).

i have many things i need to get done before i leave tomorrow afternoon (two weeks away from this pit - woo! woo woo!!) however, i can't get back to my desk to finish them. it is terribly difficult to work for a institution that is severly understaffed.

i guess i'll do those things tomorrow... in the meantime, passing gas to pass the time...

nicole

i don't know why we are...
but i'm investing in her again.
she's so fucking beautiful to me...
and, at times, i find that painful.

we're so closely seperated.

could i be falling again?