O Frabjous Day!

Callooh! Callay!

Ahem. It is a very beautiful day here, and the kid's birthday. And my crap magnetism was apparently out of commission today, because no particular crap was attracted to me. (Although the day is not over.) And I had a delightful pedi, and even still have my Croc flip-flops on, which I don't even do in the summer, hardly ever.

Okay, so all the school district librarians were in my computer lab for training today, although not the SCM and I because we already did that last June, and at one point, one of the middle school people, an old pal of sorts, noticed that I had Twitter on one of my tabs and asked me to help her get started. Later in the day I had her log on, and showed her a couple of things and she asked to follow me. Uh ... well, I was polite, but no. (I had even already shared with her earlier in the day my recent state of fragility, so I knew she wouldn't push it.) Anyway, I explained that I keep my online life and my 3D life very separate. Was I rude?

I don't know. I do know that I am so comfortable with my diary and Twitter buddies, and I really would rather not have to limit what I say because someone I know in 3D is reading. And in a way, it's like inviting someone to a party that you know, but no one else knows, and she won't get the jokes, and when you do that, you end up keeping that person company in the corner because she doesn't know anyone else to talk to. Y'know?

And sense of humor? Not so much. She is actually looking for other librarians to talk shop with on Twitter. I am not. I am looking to bitch about my library, but I'm not interested in it as a resource for my work. Please. I would rather have a pages-long discussion on what cilantro smells like and who eats it anyway, or doesn't. That, my friends, is entertainment. Which MARC tag is best for cataloging additional authors who speak English as a second language ain't my idea of fun.

Oh, so now the Hubs called and he's coming home early instead of going to a seminar and I hope this doesn't screw up our dinner plans. The good thing, though, is that all of them can have wine with dinner since I'm driving and I don't drink, so they can be as happy as they want. I'm even driving R home afterward, since she's taking the train directly here to B-Town, which reminds me I have to leave in a few minutes to pick her up.

And remember to take my pills before I go. Yes, remember to take my pills. Got it. And I already called in for a sick day tomorrow, which is entirely legitimate because if I went to that training, I'd be having anxiety attacks all day.


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