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I am now medically and criminally(?) cleared to be a library clerk. (Finally!) My doctor as moved practices to one that doesn't bulk bill, but it turns out because I'm a uni student I get bulk billing, yay! Apparently, my blood pressure is 114/65. He was unimpressed with my expiration/inspiration. I did try and explain that I breathe from my belly rather than my chest, but alas. I stumped him over the real, sneaky reason I was there. I've been oddly constipated for ages. A couple of hot, sleepless nights ago I managed to convince myself I had bowel cancer and I was gonna die, man! (I mantain that it's impossible to be optimistic at 3am). Not having the mind training to be soothed by avadadoes, I turned instead to Jitterbug Perfume which worked a treat: I laughed so hard in places I had to muffle it in my pillow. Anyway, my doctor said bowel cancer at my age was pretty much unheard of. Was I taking Metamucil? Yes. Um, did I walk? Not really, but I had the opportunity. Hmm, go do that. Right-o.
After the doctor's appointment, I had to hike it out to uni. Being a post-grad, I can get books out for something like 6 months at a time, unless they're recalled. So I got a particular book out last semester with a return date of early first semester this year. With two weeks to go until semester starts someone recalled the book. Dear book recaller: I understand the urge to Always Be Prepared and Get a Head-start on Semester but Jesus, thanks for making me hike it all the way out there under the risk of painful library fines when you could have waited just a little while... /snarl.
Still, I managed to inadvertently pimp Jitterbug Perfume on the train on the way there, so it wasn't a total loss. I was grinning madly over a page, glanced up to check I wasn't actually making a noise or anything (I've made a total fool of myself reading Good Omens, and later American Gods in public) and briefly caught the eye of a fellow geek across the seats from me. A stop later and fellow geek comes over and says "It looks like you're enjoying your book, what are you reading?" I display the cover so he can take a sheet of paper from his zip-up notebook holder/cover thing and write down the details. I fumbled my way through a plug saying random words like: "Good!" and "very funny!" and we found a common language in Terry Pratchett, so hopefully he'll at least give it a go. Of course, I remember now that the words I was fumbling for were "urban fantasy-ish" and "Have you read American Gods? It'snot quite as good *ducks and awaits lightening from up high* very similar." Oh, well. I'll know for next time.
Made it to uni, returned book, had a damn fine fish burger for lunch and delighted over The Australian's cover of the RU-486 Bill. Wandered down the the campus bookstore and bought a new multirider, then down to the second hand bookshop to try and protect my savings account from a sememster's worth of textbooks. Thought I'd totally hit the jack-pot with two books (RRP: $80 each, selling for $15 each) until the lovely woman behind the counter checked for me and it was two editions out of date. Alas. Still saved $40 on another book, so all was not lost.
Wandered into the city and had a pit stop at Fantastic Planet. Ordered the boxed set of Garth Nix's Old Kingdom trilogy (kicks self to remind to write about Lirael), then staggered to the train station in the heat so I could get off at Bayswater and get a police clearance along with everyone and her dog. There was much muttering and sighing over the fact that cop shops only take exact money for anything. Dad reckons they don't have a til because the cops would steal from the float. Staggered home, amazingly in time to catch the local bus, saving me a 20 minute walk. Drove out to get fresh coriander and mint, where I was very politely asked for two dollars change, of which I coud provide one. Came back home, made and ate middle-eastern style meatballs.
I have evil plans to induct my country conservative friend into loving Sahara tomorrow night. I've already got him loving Boondock Saints to the point where he gripes he can't find it on DVD anywhere. I call that a win *g*
After the doctor's appointment, I had to hike it out to uni. Being a post-grad, I can get books out for something like 6 months at a time, unless they're recalled. So I got a particular book out last semester with a return date of early first semester this year. With two weeks to go until semester starts someone recalled the book. Dear book recaller: I understand the urge to Always Be Prepared and Get a Head-start on Semester but Jesus, thanks for making me hike it all the way out there under the risk of painful library fines when you could have waited just a little while... /snarl.
Still, I managed to inadvertently pimp Jitterbug Perfume on the train on the way there, so it wasn't a total loss. I was grinning madly over a page, glanced up to check I wasn't actually making a noise or anything (I've made a total fool of myself reading Good Omens, and later American Gods in public) and briefly caught the eye of a fellow geek across the seats from me. A stop later and fellow geek comes over and says "It looks like you're enjoying your book, what are you reading?" I display the cover so he can take a sheet of paper from his zip-up notebook holder/cover thing and write down the details. I fumbled my way through a plug saying random words like: "Good!" and "very funny!" and we found a common language in Terry Pratchett, so hopefully he'll at least give it a go. Of course, I remember now that the words I was fumbling for were "urban fantasy-ish" and "Have you read American Gods? It's
Made it to uni, returned book, had a damn fine fish burger for lunch and delighted over The Australian's cover of the RU-486 Bill. Wandered down the the campus bookstore and bought a new multirider, then down to the second hand bookshop to try and protect my savings account from a sememster's worth of textbooks. Thought I'd totally hit the jack-pot with two books (RRP: $80 each, selling for $15 each) until the lovely woman behind the counter checked for me and it was two editions out of date. Alas. Still saved $40 on another book, so all was not lost.
Wandered into the city and had a pit stop at Fantastic Planet. Ordered the boxed set of Garth Nix's Old Kingdom trilogy (kicks self to remind to write about Lirael), then staggered to the train station in the heat so I could get off at Bayswater and get a police clearance along with everyone and her dog. There was much muttering and sighing over the fact that cop shops only take exact money for anything. Dad reckons they don't have a til because the cops would steal from the float. Staggered home, amazingly in time to catch the local bus, saving me a 20 minute walk. Drove out to get fresh coriander and mint, where I was very politely asked for two dollars change, of which I coud provide one. Came back home, made and ate middle-eastern style meatballs.
I have evil plans to induct my country conservative friend into loving Sahara tomorrow night. I've already got him loving Boondock Saints to the point where he gripes he can't find it on DVD anywhere. I call that a win *g*
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