Guess where I am.
Yes, work. It's really not bad, though. I'm only at circulation for an hour, so I didn't bring any of my books with me. I'm shelving for an hour after this, and then I have an hour to spare before calligraphy at 3:00. That's really what today is--an hour here, an hour there. I just want to sprawl out on my bed and read all evening, but I have lab from 5-7 . . . by which time I expect I'll be ready to eat my lab partner.
Buzzing in the back of my brain are the assignments I have for critical reading and creative writing; I have to write an autobiographical essay and a poem with the topic "Who Am I?" (respectively).
Anyways, time to shelve.
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