I'm not sure what I'm still doing here. This place frightens me. There's a low humming sound that's shaking the floor, the desk, everything around me. I feel like the entire building will suddenly combust. I came in here to pass the time until meeting with Lyndsey, only to find an e-mail from her saying that she doesn't feel well and won't be able to communicate effectively, so we rescheduled for tomorrow. I was almost thinking of asking her the same thing because I'm really not in the mood, but I thought it would be best for me to actually study before my chem midterm on Friday. I don't know why I think that I have time to be doing this right now. The library is so intimidating (and potentially dangerous if you ask me) that I can't bring myself to do actual work. I should just go home. But I feel like, now that I'm here, I should try and actually be productive. Although it's a bit hard with my entire left arm covered in rat scratches. Don't even ask.
Now, thinking about all of the things I want to write, I can't even attempt to get to them all. I'm not even going to try. Maybe another day. Blah, I need to get out of this god forsaken place.
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the library is often the worst place to get work done. it's far too much fun to watch people shuffle in and out than it is to actually work there. it's a scary scary place! (aka: i agree with your post!)
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