Worked in Butler Library from like 10:00 a.m. till 10:30 p.m. today, writing my ten-pager. Yeah, that whole moderation gig’s not my bag. I got to campus at 7:30 and woulda worked longer in the gorgeous reference room except that they were testing the fire alarm system for three hours, and between the flashing lights and the insanely loud clanging making my eardrums vibrate noticeably and the one other guy in the room yelling out “Juh-hay-zus!” and “Come on!” and “Oh! My! God!” every time the bells started re-clanging and lights started re-flashing, I just had to find somewhere else to hole up for a bit.

Neways, I’ve now rediscovered, just in time for finals, how great it is to work at the school library—no distractions, lots of studious souls keeping you focused, that whole thing. The fact that my stupid Cingular cell phone service can’t get a signal in the building is good, too, I guess. And, ohmygod, but I love my iBook. It’s still making headlines with me, even though the boy who made it a present is old news.

And maybe it was a reward or something for having actually worked hard today, ’cause then the trains ran smoothly all the way home.