live. move. be.

Libraries try to fool you. They masquerade as these peaceful centers of happy learning, but really, they destroy their employees. Normally I would mean this in the figurative sense of boredom and monotony, but yesterday it became a physical reality. At the dreadful hour of 8:00, as I sleepily stacked books onto shelves on the the seventh floor, I suddenly found myself gashed across the shin with the razor sharp edge of a kickstand. Kickstands are those little rolling stools you stand on to reach the books on the very top shelf, and apparently, they are quite hazardous to your legs. Happily for me, there is this marvelous little perk of being a student employee: Worker's Comp. My boss raced me across campus to the Student Health Center in the little Library-mobile, and then I spent several delightful hours of my morning getting stitches across my shinbone (oh, the joy) and a lovely tetanus shot.

Really, it was quite an adventure. And it got me out of work for a couple of hours.

The library is not all bad. Today, as I shelved books, I found a book of Czech poetry and a book about the characteristics of spoken Czech in Prague. I checked them about immediately, and I'm pretty excited about purusing them soon.

It's been a long day, but I just finished devouring an authentic Italian dinner fixed by my lovely friend Gina. Mmmm, life is good.