partypooper
2007-04-08 7:16 p.m.
apparently the library people have a thing against seeing shins as well.
i think we can conclude that they generally have a thing against the layer of cells covering your internal organs.
nuns have more open minds.
anyway. today i spent my entire four cip hours in the children's section of the library with zhuqing, bombarded by pages upon pages of vividly colored paper stuck together they call 'books', with ridiculous titles like
but how can you blame it on the author? if i were named something like horace splattly i suppose i'd b doomed to write about pink dodo balloons too.
after about 20 minutes into the job i was sick.
both literally and metaphorically.
my stomach decided it was a good time to start having a party down there, and i was alternately rushing to the toilet and pretending to be shelving whilst thinking about rushing to the toilet.
but after the party was, ahem, pooped, i became metaphorically sick of the whimsiness of everything there, from the idiotic books to the idiotic colorful surroundings to the idiotic little critters messing up the books i had so carefully arranged.
then suddenly, with no warning at all, my eyes fell upon a paperback book, sticking out like a sore thumb because its cover had no painful-to-the-eye colors or words printed big enough for the blind to see.
it was a NOVEL.
seemed like a lifetime since i had last seen a REAL BOOK with its achingly familiar bland pages and minute print, a link to reality (and my sanity) in a world of whimsiness.
and just as suddenly it was whisked away and i was left staring at a hardcover excuse for a book; the cowcumber, the pittlewak and the altigator.
i had to make do with that beautiful memory for the rest of the time i was in la-la land.
i am so going to the adult section next week.
