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Cannot cope, off to Barnes and Noble.
The library smells like, oh, I don't know, maybe a nice roasted chicken. This is both cruel and unusual.
At least the plexiglas has been installed and elevator service to all floors has been restored as of yesterday. Otherwise I would have to, I don't know, sulk at the surly sercurity persons escorting me on and off the elevator on the seventh floor. I realize that doesn't sound particularly threatening. Perhaps "shooting up the lobby with machine guns" would be more appriopriate. After I put on my black vinyl outfit I haven't got, and load my machine gun which I haven't got either.
The library also doesn't have copies of any of the Matrix-based pop-philosophy books which I need for my project. Damn them. Camping out in the Barnes and Noble café with Pan it is.
At least the plexiglas has been installed and elevator service to all floors has been restored as of yesterday. Otherwise I would have to, I don't know, sulk at the surly sercurity persons escorting me on and off the elevator on the seventh floor. I realize that doesn't sound particularly threatening. Perhaps "shooting up the lobby with machine guns" would be more appriopriate. After I put on my black vinyl outfit I haven't got, and load my machine gun which I haven't got either.
The library also doesn't have copies of any of the Matrix-based pop-philosophy books which I need for my project. Damn them. Camping out in the Barnes and Noble café with Pan it is.