Pip, Pip. Friday Has Come And Gone.

I really should have called my mother today.

I really should get working on my homework.

I'm bored.

This is the situation: I have an hour left before I get off of work. No one's EVER in the library on Friday nights, because, hey, It's. The. Weekend. Already.

So no one is here, but just because we got sound on the computers this week DOES NOT mean I can plug them in and happily listen to Map of The Problematique. Oh, no, no. Because those who are in the library need my help and assistance.

I'm going to wind up doing it anyway. You know I will. Just one little song...and then three...

Stargate starts in an hour. GLEE! New alien races give me a buzz akin to that of alcohol. If only I knew what that kind of buzz WAS...

All the reasons WHY I shouldn't be listening to that song are being beaten down as I think. All the reasons why I should are being brought into my willing thoughts. I really want to listen to that song.

Going to get pills tomorrow (the joyousness of getting medication! Rapture! Elation! Especially when I don't think the stuff is working anyway!)

Yup, there goes my right hand, on the mouse, going to click the link and make the Internet pop up a new window so I can find that "Live At Abbey Road" clip of "Map of the Problematique." Shame, shame, shame...

It's right there. Temptation is two clicks away...Matthew, I hear your dulcet tones. I come to thee...

(Okay, that was a little overly dramatic.)

I am very, very, very bad. Bad, bad, bad. The patrons NEED me to be AWARE at ALL TIMES. What will they do if I'm not paying attention?

Kong doesn't care either way. He's the person who works with me, and he is currently busy ripping his shoelace to pieces with a paperclip. Says he has a knot in it. I don't have long shoelaces to trip over anymore, seeing as I switched to curly ones that I don't need to tie today (my bad hands thank me kindly.)

I'm going to zone out now. Right...about...NOW...

Cheers,
Bec