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Jan. 22nd, 2011 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchy_merlin*YAWN*
Hooray for ridiculously early bedtimes! OMG so excited for sleep :) (now watch sleep not come till three in the morning or something...) But. Today was good.
I had work today - last Saturday shift, what. I will be working tomorrow and on Monday, and then not for another month, depending on when shifts are available. At least after next weekend I won't have to miss any more dance classes. Anyway, today's shift was deadly boring but nice. The librarians are really nice, and the other page I work with is great. Also, one of the librarians gave me a belated Christmas card (!) with Ferrero Rocher chocolates attached (!!). It completely made my day; I didn't realize that I merited Christmas cards, but wow! (And one of the other staff members brought in a box of Tim's donuts... OM NOM NOM). On a completely random topic, I've become really interested in books on dance (mostly, let it be said, for the pictures). I keep skulking off into corners to read about Rudolf Nureyev when I should be shelf-reading.
In the evening, Kim and Frank were supposed to come over (*gasp* A proper dinner party?! Never!), but alas! Our plans were derailed by Frank's untimely illness. So Iqra and I ended up going first to a small coffee shop and then to The Brass, which is a pub not far from our house (hell, what am I saying? Nothing is far from our house here). The food was good, if uneventful. Actually, no, that's a lie. It was the best fucking chicken wrap of my life, oh my God. Like. OM NOM NOM, REAL FOOD instead of our regular carbs-and-water fare. There were even vegetables; it was delicious.
The walk home was fucking freezing, holy balls. I ended up jogging in a strange half-shuffle, pitched forward slightly to protect myself from the wind, and generally moving in the most awkward way possible. I couldn't feel my toes - it was colder than Collingwood during the ski season.
Me: "Thank God we're home!"
Iqra: *faceplants onto radiator*
Now I am so, so ready for bed. Tackled some biopsyc reading tonight and a bit of Turcaret during my lunch break; fuck yeah academia. BRB SLEEPING FOREVER~
Hooray for ridiculously early bedtimes! OMG so excited for sleep :) (now watch sleep not come till three in the morning or something...) But. Today was good.
I had work today - last Saturday shift, what. I will be working tomorrow and on Monday, and then not for another month, depending on when shifts are available. At least after next weekend I won't have to miss any more dance classes. Anyway, today's shift was deadly boring but nice. The librarians are really nice, and the other page I work with is great. Also, one of the librarians gave me a belated Christmas card (!) with Ferrero Rocher chocolates attached (!!). It completely made my day; I didn't realize that I merited Christmas cards, but wow! (And one of the other staff members brought in a box of Tim's donuts... OM NOM NOM). On a completely random topic, I've become really interested in books on dance (mostly, let it be said, for the pictures). I keep skulking off into corners to read about Rudolf Nureyev when I should be shelf-reading.
In the evening, Kim and Frank were supposed to come over (*gasp* A proper dinner party?! Never!), but alas! Our plans were derailed by Frank's untimely illness. So Iqra and I ended up going first to a small coffee shop and then to The Brass, which is a pub not far from our house (hell, what am I saying? Nothing is far from our house here). The food was good, if uneventful. Actually, no, that's a lie. It was the best fucking chicken wrap of my life, oh my God. Like. OM NOM NOM, REAL FOOD instead of our regular carbs-and-water fare. There were even vegetables; it was delicious.
The walk home was fucking freezing, holy balls. I ended up jogging in a strange half-shuffle, pitched forward slightly to protect myself from the wind, and generally moving in the most awkward way possible. I couldn't feel my toes - it was colder than Collingwood during the ski season.
Me: "Thank God we're home!"
Iqra: *faceplants onto radiator*
Now I am so, so ready for bed. Tackled some biopsyc reading tonight and a bit of Turcaret during my lunch break; fuck yeah academia. BRB SLEEPING FOREVER~
