duck-shaped pain

I spent seven hours in the college library yesterday -- a remarkable stint for any day, but more impressive considering that I'm on break. It was empty, for the most part, which was part of the appeal. It's easier for me to get work done there when there aren't people yakking away to each other or to some distant person on a cell phone while sitting in the quiet study zones. So I was unusually productive yesterday. I read a 1950s-era biography of the person I'm pretending to be for my paper that's due next week. There are newer biographies, which I'm sure they would have at good libraries that aren't falling apart, but this one was the only one I had access to. [1] It was okay, but it used the phrase "comely young squaw" way too many times to describe various women.

Here is an eminently debatable list of the top 100 albums of the 1980s. Part of it is pleasing (especially number one), part of it is baffling.

[1] Have I mentioned the utter unhelpfulness of the people running interlibrary loan? I haven't? It might be best for all if I just didn't go into that.

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