No, the title doesn’t say anything; it’s merely a two-handed slamming of random keys that happens to look rather like it might mean something. I suppose even subconsciously, I can’t help but smack vowels even when making an attempt at meaninglessness. I just couldn’t think of anything better to type as the title. Honestly, lately, I haven’t been able to think of much to even say in a post, although it’s not like there isn’t anything going on right now. I even missed posting for Kyle’s birthday Friday (sorry, cutie! Happy belated birthday!) because I just haven’t been in the mood for posting. I suppose part of it is not really wanting to take the time to organize my thoughts enough to form coherent sentences, let alone entire paragraphs. My mind has been torn between work and the novel. I’ve gotten quite a bit more written up in the book, even working on it during my breaks, but it’s still slow going. Work is busy as always, and Sandy and I even came up with more work for ourselves, moving all the videos from the non-fiction section out of the books and onto rotating display shelves where patrons can actually get a look at the documentaries/how-tos/informational videos we have to offer. Tomorrow, I’ll be making signs for it, and we’ll start working on moving the old VHS tapes that don’t circulate much to the basement for storage. Yup, my exciting life at the library. I enjoy it though, and while it seems to confuse the other librarians as to exactly why I seem to enjoy such crazy tasks so much, my enthusiasm does seem to rub off on them quite a bit. It’s like me getting excited about re-organizing books makes everyone else feel that it’s not quite the hideous task it otherwise would be. Strange, really.

Blech. Can’t think of much else. Honestly, no, that’s not the problem. There’s too much else I could type about, but I don’t know that I want to think that much about it. My brain’s already filled with trying to remember to get my Halloween decorations together to go in the display case for next month not to mention adding more to the crochet club’s display we have up now in addition to adding the latest project sheets to the binder and then coming up with next week’s project sheets and then decide what projects to do after that in addition to making several crocheted items that have been requested which I’ll probably do while trying to finish up this audio book I’m listening to but then I’ll have to find time to watch the TV series that was suggested to me plus there’s getting myself and the library ready for NaNoWriMo that’s coming up soon so I’ll need to come up with meeting times and supply lists and contact information for the local WriMos oh and I can’t forget that I need to make signs for the genealogy class we’re having next month and I’m going to have to make a sign for October’s movies (three of which are mine) and then November’s movies and just when am I going to get around to finishing off more of the banned books for this month? … Yeah, this is why I didn’t want to type much. Didn’t want to start typing ’cause I knew it’d be hard to stop. There’s more; trust me, there’s lots more that I’ve got in my head right now. The living room is a mess with the hundred and one things I’m trying to remember to do, and yet I find myself just idly reading on-line comics or sketching out more character descriptions for the novel. I’m looking forward to the mini-vacation I’m taking toward the end of October. Sure, it’ll only be four days, but maybe I’ll dig the couch out from under my projects and finally get a good look at the other cushion that I haven’t seen in a month. Ian might even sit next to me. Scary thought. At any rate, it’s late, and I’ve yet to do anything productive after coming home from crochet class, and there’s a staff meeting tomorrow morning at eight. Gotta get up early and all that. I think I’ll put some Tori on and work on the novel. I bet the cat would share the futon with me. The couch is just too full of “thoughts.”