Got my Arabic vocab spread about me at the Service Desk--it looks like al-maktaba exploded. There are kalimaat everywhere. Also working on the French lit final--that's not likely to be a problem. Just have to memorize some birthdates and remember to take my dictionary for the essay bits.
One more class in the Fall and I'll have my third useless degree: BA in French.
Gave Tiny Drum a smack-down an hour ago. He emailed me yet another 9-page essay asking me to look at it, and I told him to fuck off. This is the third day in a row I've told him I'm done editing his stupid papers. I think he's prowling the Reference librarians for a sucker to proof it as I type.
I'm both praying the absinthe shows up tonight and hoping it doesn't.
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