Tudor Women
Tonight, I went to stacks for the first time since I quit working there in August. I tried to get Kevin to pick the books up for me since he was heading in that direction, but he sassily refused. It was for the best. I went myself and liked it. I've decided I like SML better at night. The halls are quiet and the lack of natural sunlight isn't as conspicuous, and I can quietly fix any shelving errors I find without pressure.
I sat down in the DA section of the fifth floor and looked around for the book that my TA had recommended for my Early Modern England paper. I found it, and then unfocused my eyes and found that I was in the British history section, and it was like a religious experience. I wanted all the books on Lady Jane Grey, I wanted the book about Elizabeth & Leicester (All the Queen's Men, hey hey hey). I wanted to know everything anyone has ever learned about Walsingham.
I wanted to take them all home with me and lay them out on my bed and roll on them and inhale them and exhale them and hold their glossy covers to my cheek, but I contented myself with only five of them because I need to write this paper.
Which I should do now.
maraout.