Thursday, Aug. 07, 2003 - 3:04 p.m.
Greetings,
Why does it always pour on days I’ve picked to bring my books back to the library. It’s like there’s a conspiracy in effect which MAKES me call the Telecirc hotline and renew my books, even though I’ve already read them.
The library enacts a No Mina Zone by inducing the skies to open up and sheets of rain to pour down. This doesn’t work in the winter because I just haul out my trusty plaid Pooh umbrella, but in the summer I wear $12 Target sandals and the thought of sprawling on my ass in the middle of Poydras Street with angry cab drivers running me over to get their fares to the Riverwalk makes me decide to call that Telecirc number and talk to the weird guy who renews titles.
He sounds like a Munchin trapped in a tin can and he’s very scary.
Two and a half hours until the screw comes to escort me to the prison door and I’ll be issued a cheap suit and money for a flabag hotel before signing a paper which will make me a FREE WOMAN.
Yes, I love my job. Can’t you tell?
I’m looking forward to my lavender scented bubble bath this evening. I keep thinking about that so I don’t have to focus on the yardwork that comes before the bath. But it Must Be Done Because There’s Company Coming. (I don’t know why I’m typing in initial caps either.)
Weekend looks promising. Filled with magic and mayhem, my favorite kind.
Until next time,
Olrun
