3pm...and i'm still at harper. i've gotten more books barcoded than i can count right now. i'm feeling better, but still find it necessary to serve my penance, all day in harper storage.
anyway, a few amusements...i know, it's shocking, but i'm at the point where fark can amuse me, can help my mood.
first of all, i want to be her when i'm sixty-four. that would absolutely rock.
secondly...ann coulter sucks. throw pies at her.