Grey, cold Tuesday. I’m under-dressed.
Class failed to inspire. I find it distracting when my teachers attempt to speak on a subject that I know more about than they do. I believe it would be in bad form to interrupt them and cite all the areas in which they are incorrect and under-informed.
Am I turning snobby in my old age? I fear I am.
Or perhaps I’m just suffering melancholy and the resultant world-hating crankiness.
I still want to be taught by people who leave me in awe of their brilliance and push me to reach heights that I wasn’t aware I had the endurance to achieve.
I have read a number of books lately without reporting on any, and I’m far too lazy to go back and give insights on the ones I missed. Instead I’ll jump past them all and tell you that I just finished reading Wuthering Heights and–I’m sorry–I think I hated it. I know it’s a classic, and I read it because star-crossed, unrequited love and brooding, angsty heroes appeal to me…but Cathrine and Heathcliff were just jerks. And stayed jerks. There wasn’t even any emotional growth.
I really want a nap.
I’m feeling aimless.
I think there’s a new episode of House tonight, which thrills me, as I have now caught up to broadcast and have to wait week-by-week like the rest of the populace. Unfortunately, the most recent episode was completely spoilered by one of my coworkers. Well…not totally…she told me about diagnosis, but not about House getting his bestest buddy back. 
Oh, Wilson, will you be MY never-fail friend?
My mouse’s scroll-wheel is very noisy. I fear that I am disturbing the other library patrons.
Also, my chair is too high and the seat adjuster is non-functional.
Stupid day.
Two Threadless designs that make me happy today:
<–”If you’re interested in Time Travel, meet me last Thursday.”
I’m tapped.
