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Crackers go in my face.

Phil Collins is in my head and I hate you for it.

My boss seemed thrilled to see me this morning.  Naturally, I was confused, until I realized that she wanted to leave and go do errands, but didn't want to leave the office unattended.  No love.  I shall eat my yogurt and crackers all alone.  :(

God, I hate microfilm.  No, I take that back.  I don't hate microfilm itself.  I hate shitty-ass uncooperative microfilm readers.  In all my years in libraries, I have never encountered a microfilm reader that actually fully worked, let alone worked well.  Someday, I shall go all Office Space on a microfilm machine, and no one who knows me will be surprised.

I have to be in Kent at 8:00AM tomorrow.  Suck.

I <3 englishclub.com.

Did you know that as a human being, one must possess two X-chromosomes in order to successfully re-seal a package of bread?  This has recently come to my attention.

Thanks to Ben, the pirate comic has now gotten away from me.  The story is so fucking good, I'm both excited and terrified to write it.  I'm so gonna ruin it.  

Wish I could go home instead of scanning microfilm.  *grumblemutter*