look at me not sleeping
Somehow, in the last hour or so, when I was trying unsuccessfully to get to sleep, a wee bit of snow came down. Which, by the end of January in New York city shouldn't be remarkable enough to note, but it is. Alas, just now I tried to take a picture of it - when it's fresh and unspoiled by the many feet that will soon trample it and turn it into dirty grey slush - my efforts failed miserably. Must study use of camera. I'm quite sure that with all the bells and whistles on it, there is a way to take good night pictures, but I'm not quite up to figuring it all out right now. Besides which, I'd then have to hook it up and transfer ... which I've been meaning to do because there are other photos on there to post, at least to flickr if not here.
And really I ought to be sleeping, even though I suspect I won't. I'm thinking maybe it's all-nighter time, and perversely I'm a little thrilled by that, since I can't remember the last. Besides which, it might not even count, because I did sleep a good deal of Friday away, including one "nap" from five to a bit after ten, which stretches the definition. I was supposed to do something tonight too - go to the sort of girlie cocktail party that people who don't really know me seem to think that my life frequently consists of, because they've seen such things on tv, or read about them in chick lit novels. The reality is so far from that. And today, I feel like I'm on the edge of sickness - there's definitely something going around, in the circles I sometimes travel in - and sleep was oh so enticing.
Thus, my day off was a lot of sleep and a bit of tv, and finally finishing up The End of Mr. Y, which I pretty much loved, except for the ending. Like the Bookslut reviewer, I'm going to pretend like the epilogue doesn't exist. Also I cleaned, although not enough. Tomorrow, or rather today, in a few hours, I'm supposed to work. Which is why the all-nighter thing is probably not the greatest idea. Saturdays are always so slow though. Because I'm not at my regular location, I never know what to do with the hours that I'm not on the reference desk. Even if I bring some work with me, it feels like I can't really accomplish anything and frankly I'd rather be on the desk the whole time, except for maybe a few breaks. Otherwise I feel like I'm just killing time and pretending to do stuff, which then makes me feel a bit dodgy and guilty. Also, working with a different group of people seems to take interpersonal communication skills that I don't necessarily want to bother with. Oh well; maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised.
