This job of mine is doing such strange things to me. Last night my dreams were mostly concerned with shelving books. I suppose I should be grateful since most of the time my dreams are about time travel and other oddities. Maybe a little dream about work isn’t so terrible. Still, I think I prefer more exciting things to dream about than putting books in Dewey-Decimal order.

And then there was Saturday afternoon of last week. Saturday managed to give me a somewhat guilty conscience. While shelving in the 300’s, I frightened a gecko and caused its tail to drop off. I wish I could adequately describe how disturbing it is to see a gecko tail twitching on the carpet in the middle of a library, or well, anywhere actually. It’s just, lizards and other living critters have no business being in a place so mundane. After his tail fell off, he went and tried to be inconspicuous among the religious books. Maybe it was his attempt to find God. I’m still halfway trying to figure out how the little guy got up to the third floor … and then what he was doing in the shelves. I think he would have been much happier in one of the bathrooms or maybe in Technical Processing where its always nice and cool. I’m just glad the gecko experience didn’t happen among the witchcraft books, because that would have had me worried that our local jr. league of witches was up to something more upsetting than just rearranging the spell books on a daily basis.

My ability to participate in small talk with strangers and even co-workers has gone straight to hell. I’ve never been a big fan of small talk, it’s pretty much just a way of reminding everyone “I’m alive and so are you,” but I used to be somewhat skilled at it. Right now the small talk that I have participated in has mostly been “I’m alive.” The very important ’so are you’ part has been totally left out.

The few times the second part manages to be included have been something more along the lines of “I’m alive and so are you … but on some other level of existence.”

I really don’t know what to do about this.

I no longer have any idea what day of the week it is. I blame my job and the strange days I work. The fact that I now mark off days on the calendar helps a little. What doesn’t help is that Paul has gotten me interested in playing Animal Crossing again … and I decided to begin where I last left off, which has me playing in early July. So there is a small possibility that I will soon have no idea what month it is.

So tonight Paul told me that I’m ’slightly odd.’He says its a good thing, and that if I wasn’t then he probably would never have asked me to marry him.

In other news; it’s quite possible one of my toenails will turn purple and fall off within the next few days. This morning, when I got out of bed, I misjudged a distance and slammed my foot into the wall so unintentionally and ridiculously hard it was almost like I was acting out some bizarre vendetta I have against drywall and plaster. It wasn’t the least bit funny because my toenail broke at a very unpleasant angle and then a fourth of what was left peeled off several layers. It’s like my toe is being partially protected by rice paper. It’s time for me to break out band aids and buy some steel-toed boots so that I don’t make things worse.

In the evenings, the cicadas around here make some killer noise.