Normally, I don't like to blame things on my womanly bits. If I am cranky, or bitchy, or sad, it's not because I have pms, or I'm on the blob, it's simply because I am in a cranky, bitchy, or sad mood. I don't like to blame hormones for anything, because it feels like people use that as an excuse, and really, come on ladies, that's just lame.
Having said that...this week was Blob Week, and I have never had a more unsatisfactory week. Mood-wise, I was fine--just feeling very lazy, unproductive, tired, and useless. I just got nothing done, personally, and I felt like I wasn't up to my normal snuff at work, either.
And so one has to wonder--what have I done, all week, to justify a lazy Friday evening, in my jammies, with a bottle of red, red wine? Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that we had to evacuate the library this afternoon, and that later on in the evening, there was a fire? Details are still forthcoming, and frankly, I'm not sure I want to know. Just so long as I can go back to work on Monday. I earned my wine, though, dammit--it's a big building, and I've always wondered what would happen in the event of a crisis. And I can honestly say that this little librarian busted her badonkadonk hustling those patrons out. Seriously, a building without a/c, cooking in 110 degree heat? There's no way we could have stayed--I am half-expecting the books to sue us for hostile work conditions.
Having exerted myself so much, it's now time for the pay-off. Wine, solitude, movies, and some long-overdue blogging. I'll leave you with a couple of pictures of my new place, which is sloooooowly coming together...
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