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We are having a big weeding project at work today (book weeding, not plant weeding) and, like an idiot, I agreed to come in early and participate. I did this mostly because I was caught off guard when asked and couldn't come up with a decent reason not to on the spot. (I'm out of practice, apparently - I used to be a much better spontaneous liar.)

The last time we did this, I ended up standing around trying to find things to do because all the things that actually need doing get done by the collection management people. I don't mind working hard - what I mind is not knowing what I'm supposed to be doing while I am obviously supposed to be doing something. It manages to be both boring and anxiety-producing. Thus, I am kinda dreading this morning.

I really wish I could spend the day hiding in a hole instead.

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Things:

- Okay, so the big weeding was not as bad as I feared. Mostly because my boss actually had something for me to do this year, instead of having me stand around trying to find something to do. So I have weeded all of our juvenile fiction. Hurrah!

- Also, somehow, during this process, a few of my coworkers and I ended up talking about horror. (Because that's kind of an inevitable conversational trajectory with me.) This was fine when it was just me talking about the awesome of M R James ("We should have a ghost story program!" my manager says), but it gets a little weird when suddenly I'm talking about Carmilla and the advent of the lesbian vampire. How do these things happen? I'm never sure why people don't stop me when I start droning on about things like that.

- On a continuing horror note, I got the dvd of Island of Lost Souls on hold today, as well as The Body Snatcher (the one with Boris Karloff and no aliens). I am excited.

- On my lunch break, I become dissatisfied with my current book and thus starting poking around my kindle for things I have downloaded but never read. What I ended up with was The Monk by Matthew Lewis, because I really should read more early Gothic lit, right? So far, it is already full of ridiculous capitalization, absurdly virtuous clergymen (who, given the title of the book, will be absurdly corrupt clergymen before the end), and stolen babies. The plot summary on wikipedia is amazing and promises me Satanic rituals, secret babies, crossdressing, murder, and the Inquisition. Whee!