My official legal opinion is that the Bybee memos, all 9 kajillion pages of them, which I am reading in anticipation of my final on Thursday, are very, very boring. Also, I found not one but TWO typos. FOR SHAME.
The librarians keep making announcements that it's almost closing time. At 5:45 they flash the lights. Seriously. Listen up people, I don't care where you go but you can't stay here.
In other library news, some dude answered his freaking cell phone today when it rang and proceeded to have a conversation. If someone could die from about 500 evil eyes being shot in his direction, this guy would have spontaneously combusted or something.
In other E. Spat mental health news, today was kind of shitty, but, after a day of torture memos, detention memos, and frankly, more Geneva Convention than one girl can handle, I'm off to beer it up with a friend of mine. We're heading to a bar that I was told by another friend is full of "hunky Australian guys with accents." So there.