Some days are diamonds, some days are stones. A line from an old John Denver song.
eight hours at the library. Four hours too long for an old lady. Why do people come
in the last hour and want to stay on the computer for four hours and don’t know
what they’re doing and make a lot of copies they don’t want and don’t want to pay
twenty cents a sheet for them. Why do they talk mean to their kids when the kids are
not behaving any worse than they are? Some days I should just be home quietly read-
ing a good book.
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