Sunday, April 27, 2008

Gunning Up a Storm, or, What are They *Doing* with Our Thirty-Eight Large?

Every five minutes a boy or girl walks to the 2nd floor reference desk, hoping that there will be candy in the little dish. And every time, you can see the cringe of disappointment on his/her face when he/she discovers that the dish is empty, or, worse, full of those little book tab things.

Tomorrow is a new day. *Rocks out to Journey's Don't Stop Believing".

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