I watched adult swim last night. I'm not going to lie I really do find Robot Chicken fairly funny. Though I was operating with a campari and soda (with orange? delicious!) and some Jinx. And Metalocalypse? Bizarre. In fact the shows just kept getting more and more bizarre as the evening went on.
I started weeding the fiction collection again. Normally I have no problem weeding and find it a fairly satisfying job (aside from the whole not being a librarian nor being paid librarian wages to do the job of a librarian thing), but I started with the short stories and thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown over the whole thing. Weed a collection of short stories edited by Raymond Carver? What are you, CRAZY?! I am nothing if not a professional, however, and managed to do the dirty deed only to find out from my superfantastical supervisor that these books were all getting "recycled" (read: thrown out) and I could take whatever I wanted.
I'm going home with about 15 books.
And this superfantastical supervisor is also responsible for me getting tomorrow off on very short notice. Woot! Woot! This does not mean I get to screw around tonight as I have some, umm, heavy things to move so tonight after supper at Baja Grill I have enlisted the help of my compandre. But tomorrow I should have plenty of time to clean that downstairs leaving me with the first free weekend in a very long time.
And that is a very good thing.
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