Director appears to be a-okay. She seems to listen to me and not treat me like a mouth-breathing fucktard, which is refreshing. We'll see if she backs up her words with action.
I just waxed my eyebrows and yeeeeowch.
One of my new medications makes me queasy all the time.
One of our crazier patrons wants to have sex with as many 7-ft tall Amazonian women as possible so that he can breed a race of super-people. 7-ft tall crazy super people, according to the manifesto he gave the reference librarian yesterday.
One of our crazier staff people gave a bunch of the staff condoms for Valentine's Day. I got a hand-wrapped chocolate covered pretzel...which, after the "he's a crazy pervert who was arrested last year for indecent exposure" revelation, I'm glad I didn't eat. Who knows where that pretzel's been?
Anyway, all the offended condom receivers gave them to the Administrative secretary, who them gave them to me. I have a bagful of Valentine condoms. If they weren't lubricated, I'd use them to make balloon animals.
There is a dancing peanut on T.V.
I am done here.