You know, I really do hate these things.

( I had too much free time to kill. )

As I had always admired my father for his common sense, there was some truth to be found in everything he said.... Outside of his overly exaggerated griping about people that irritated him for no reason, of course. There are a few things he had said to me that I can't help but recall on days like today.

The first: "You always run out of coffee on the days you need it the most." Every now and then I have to question my elderly employers. We're re-cataloguing the old archives we keep locked in the basement for... whatever reason. On a random whim, Mr. Rolands started reading through a few old news papers for... I don't know, he was going on about St. Patrick's Day, but I stopped caring after the first half an hour. One thing led to another and everything needs to be re-labeled in the computer system. Goodie. In any case, I was there for a few more hours than usual today, and now I have to work until around six tomorrow. Whoopie.

The second: "The older you get the more you really stop caring that you're getting older." I haven't actually celebrated my birthday in quite some time. Mrs. Rolands gave me an awful look when I told her I wasn't planning to do anything after work. I stopped caring about my birthday around the age of eleven, so I really don't see what the big deal is. However, it was a bit strange for a sixty-three year old woman to tell me I shouldn't be so disenchanted about it. Hm. You know what? I still don't care. However, I do think I'll go buy myself a new coffee pot as a present.

The third: "Bad neighbors are proof that the gods actually hate you." Ha. I may just have to find a new apartment soon, because if they don't turn down that awful music I'm going to have to kill them. It would be too risky to hang around the scene of the crime. I can tolerate one night, but... three? Maybe they're building up for a St. Patrick's Day celebration.

Christmas was surprisingly peaceful. I was able to mail out the majority of the gifts I bought for others, so I simply stayed home where it was quiet and much more warm.

Ayn- What are you doing for New Year's Eve? Your Christmas gift is still sitting around my apartment. I figured I could drop it off and maybe we could go find something to do if you'd like. If you're busy, I'll just give it to you another day, but if it's not out of here soon I'm keeping it.

We put up a Christmas tree in the library today. It took forever since it's just an old tinsel tree with too many decorations, but the visitors seem to like it well enough. It's just a big shiny eyesore and waste of floor space in my opinion.

It did remind me that I have yet to do any Christmas shopping. In all honesty, I'm not sure who I should even be bothered shopping for this year. So, to make this simple, I'm just going to request for anyone who wants a gift from me to let me know ahead of time. Those who fail to do so won't be getting anything.

( Oh, and here's the meme. )

Hm. A journal. I really don't know why I bother.

Note to all treasured library visitors: Please put some effort into looking for the book you're after before you ask me to go find it for you. Really.