I'm in the Library again.
You know, its quite entertaining in here, in a sort of irritating way... the talkers, the sleepers, the stinkers, the wanderers, and the random laughers... What the crap are these people doing in here anyway? Who lets them in?
Its difficult to concentrate on much of anything in here, so I don't know how any professional person can come in here and try to be professional. That's why I can't write serious blogs while I'm here. Ha. I'm too quickly distracted by one of the above. Someone will be talking or groaning or snoring or moaning. Sometimes there will be an argument over a computer or yesterday's newspaper or a broken pencil or... yes, a broken pencil.... Sometimes someone will yell at another for coughing too close to them.
Someone, well actually at least ½ the people in here smell terrible.... I don't know how that is possible. Its early in the morning, how could they already be smelly!? Yes, I know... I wonder this too. What do they smell like? Like toilet. It smells like toilet in the library. Why is there such a high concentration of bad smelling people in the library of all places? In the subway station I can understand. Or in the park... or on the sidewalk... but why here? I almost passed out in the elevator on my way up to the 4th floor just now because of the remnants of someones armpit air... UH. My nose is dying.
The wanderers should also be kicked out. Theres a guy here today who is wandering around, oh and he also smells like sour cream gone bad, and he's singing. He has one hand in the back of his pants. He stops every few steps to stare at something, or nothing and sing his non song a little louder. Dude, stop looking at me. Don't touch my chair.
I think I should leave now. I smell too good for the library.
