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I thought while the rice was cooking, that I'd sit down and try and get an entry out. But as I sit here thinking, trying to come up with witty anecdotes and stories, I find myself coming up blank. I see myself doing one of two things for the past month or so:
1. Doing that thing that's spelled J-O-B.*
or
2. Reading It by Stephen King. I'm not saying that like it's an incredibly boring thing. Not in the least. I'm amazed with the book and especially at myself for being able to get so absorbed in a story that something as mundane as a clock chiming or a telephone ringing can send me into a full blown frission as I suddenly am brought back, harshly, to the real world. My eyes darting, my ears searching for unearthly sounds. It's a scary little, well not so little, tome that clocks in at over one thousand one hundred pages and weighs nearly four pounds. I have other, more "literary" books waiting in the wings to be read next, but there's nothing like a plain and simple fun read to cleanse the palette.
Alright the rice is done and I think I may have added a bit too much garlic powder to it, but really... I don't think too much garlic is a bad things per say. It'll get the trick done filling the tummy before bed.
* That reminds me of something that did happen at work this evening. I was working the front desk, checking in videos, DVDs, audio books, etc. when a lady plopped down a bag filled with videocassettes in front of me. One by one I took the videos out of the bag, checked them in, then ran them across the scanner to reactivate the security tag underneath each of their lips. As I was finishing up that lot, I turned around to grab the bag and put it under the counter in case someone else wanted a bag later... and there, sitting on the counter on the top of the bag was a cockroach.
My face scrunched up a bit as I tried to grab the bag from around its edges so I could wrap the bag up quickly around the little bugger, crunch him, and throw the entire thing in the trash. But he was too quick and took off down the counter into one of the holes where computer and telephone cables feed through. I paused for a moment, weighed my options and decided that I should probably throw the bag away in the back room. As I walked back with bag in hand, still a bit amazed that there was a cockroach ( a minimum of one, shivers), I blurted out to one of my supervisors that there was indeed a cockroach in the bag. "Did you kill it?" she asked. I said I did, but I couldn't help to think that in a few weeks there could be a cockroach invasion at the library... and it'll be all my fault.
1. Doing that thing that's spelled J-O-B.*
or
2. Reading It by Stephen King. I'm not saying that like it's an incredibly boring thing. Not in the least. I'm amazed with the book and especially at myself for being able to get so absorbed in a story that something as mundane as a clock chiming or a telephone ringing can send me into a full blown frission as I suddenly am brought back, harshly, to the real world. My eyes darting, my ears searching for unearthly sounds. It's a scary little, well not so little, tome that clocks in at over one thousand one hundred pages and weighs nearly four pounds. I have other, more "literary" books waiting in the wings to be read next, but there's nothing like a plain and simple fun read to cleanse the palette.
Alright the rice is done and I think I may have added a bit too much garlic powder to it, but really... I don't think too much garlic is a bad things per say. It'll get the trick done filling the tummy before bed.
* That reminds me of something that did happen at work this evening. I was working the front desk, checking in videos, DVDs, audio books, etc. when a lady plopped down a bag filled with videocassettes in front of me. One by one I took the videos out of the bag, checked them in, then ran them across the scanner to reactivate the security tag underneath each of their lips. As I was finishing up that lot, I turned around to grab the bag and put it under the counter in case someone else wanted a bag later... and there, sitting on the counter on the top of the bag was a cockroach.
My face scrunched up a bit as I tried to grab the bag from around its edges so I could wrap the bag up quickly around the little bugger, crunch him, and throw the entire thing in the trash. But he was too quick and took off down the counter into one of the holes where computer and telephone cables feed through. I paused for a moment, weighed my options and decided that I should probably throw the bag away in the back room. As I walked back with bag in hand, still a bit amazed that there was a cockroach ( a minimum of one, shivers), I blurted out to one of my supervisors that there was indeed a cockroach in the bag. "Did you kill it?" she asked. I said I did, but I couldn't help to think that in a few weeks there could be a cockroach invasion at the library... and it'll be all my fault.