Monday, September 18, 2006
I thought these last couple of weeks at the Liberry would be cake, but they drag painfully. Assburger and Pride and Joy are a nightly plague after several weeks' absence--Assburger recited his twenty favorite Guinness World Records last night, then argued with me this evening when I told him Keith David and Avery Brooks were not the same actor. Then he saw I was reading A Canticle for Leibowitz and told me it was very confusing, but that he would explain it to me if I needed help. Pride and Joy gave me a poem about Jesus.
I'm taking a half-day tomorrow and a half-day Thursday. Get me the hell out of here!