I am writing this from the library stacks where I am taking a wee break in an attempt to not pass out, fall over and break my nose on a primary source. I hear that the librarians get all mad when you bleed from the face all over their books.
At approximately 7:42 this evening I realized that I had a paper due tomorrow. A paper based on really old documents that can only be found in slightly less old books. The kinds of books that people don’t bother scanning and putting online. So, yeah, I had to take a trip to the library.
I like books, I really do. I like the way they feel. I like the way they smell. I like the way they can be used to whack people who annoy you over the head. I have an unfortunate book addiction that has caused many a credit card bill to creep up with all of the charges from a certain amazon.com. What I don’t like about books? Their tendency to not be where you are looking for them.
This is why I spent a looooong time wandering around the stacks tonight, wondering why in the hell not one book on our list of suggested texts was where it was supposed to be. Mr. Dewey, I curse you and your whole decimal system. I would also like to put my entire class on notice as I am sure that they are all book hoarding thieves who took all of the best stuff and left me with John Quincy Adams. I am stuck with Mr. John Quincy Adams! I know that the man was the sixth president of our fine nation, but he was also a total weenie who wouldn’t shut up about how smart everyone else was. I want to reach into this book and smack him upside the head.
Oh well.
Kristian and I had a very sweet moment where I sent him a text message that said “me so hungy” and he showed up with a little bag dinner for me. Not that he brought food into the stacks for me, because that would be wrong as food is not allowed in the library and we all know how librarians frown upon eating up here. And stealing books. But, yes, if Kristian had (just for the sake of speculation) brought me a little dinner in a bag with a bottle of water and an apple and a reese’s peanut butter cup, that just might have been one of the most awesome things ever and it just might have given me the energy to write about John Jay’s treaty and blahblahblah something about negotiations.
Ok, if this study break goes on any longer, I’m going to be up way past my bedtime. Back to the books I go.
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Oh, many a nights I’ve spent cursing libraries and classmates. I seriously don’t know why there isn’t some better system in place by now, but it’s ridiculous. Good luck with your paper!!!