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I'm in the library right now. I'm attempting to finish by controlling processes paper, of which I've changed the subject countless times. I've finally rested with the subject I seem to always take, and that's gay magazines. :)
Anyways, when I arrived there were no open seats, so I made a nook on the lowest floor, against a wall, and around a shitload of empty shelves. I saw an outlet, and a foot stool. I figured I could sit and type. I was right, and even enlightened when the back row of shelves was cordoned off with all those book carts. I took a few out and made a desk-like area. It's super neat!
Anyways, I picked a bad section, as I've recently discovered that I'm in the short stories area. Section "PS" to be exact. Oh, how I wish circulation wasn't closed!
Okay, I should go now. 5-minute break is enough!
Anyways, when I arrived there were no open seats, so I made a nook on the lowest floor, against a wall, and around a shitload of empty shelves. I saw an outlet, and a foot stool. I figured I could sit and type. I was right, and even enlightened when the back row of shelves was cordoned off with all those book carts. I took a few out and made a desk-like area. It's super neat!
Anyways, I picked a bad section, as I've recently discovered that I'm in the short stories area. Section "PS" to be exact. Oh, how I wish circulation wasn't closed!
Okay, I should go now. 5-minute break is enough!