My day, through the words and music of Johnny Cash:
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I picked books from every floor of the Big House at least once, some multiple times, and nearly every section of books. Not to mention the weird and winding paths one has to follow to go through one call-number range. There are so many contortions necessary to squeeze a 2009-level collection of books in a building from the 1940s.
Also: I curse the name of whatever architect (MOSBY?!) felt it was it was a good idea to put the old-catalogue-system history collection on top of a freakin' hill in the middle of the floor. Because books, in cart form, have a shitload of momentum.
*big theatrical collapse, avec sigh*
Yeah, as if tomorrow is going to be any less fraught. But at least it ends with LORD JOHN MARBURY! (squee.) Roger Rees and Shakespeare and hilarity at McCarter. LOVE. However, that's right after work (including dinner in the Square) and I have to vote tomorrow too (GO CORZINE). So I am going to be that first annoying girl down at our polling place at the crack of 6 AM.
Because democracy is important too. *g*