Dear FList,

So I've been working in the library.  For half of eternity now.  Well, doing my own work.  I have a study carrel in the basement of the library, and it feels like I'm in an episode of The Twilight Zone.  I think I just saw Rod Serling smoking by the stairs.  Anywho, I decided I should eat something because today I've had three cups of coffee, a bottle of Coke, three liters of water, and a pretzel.  That's right--a pretzel.  So I went to the snack bar in the library.

Let's just say that I hate yuppie bastards with their yuppie bank accounts.

I got this thing called the "Bison Basic" because it was the only affordable, meal-like item.  $2.99 for the Bison Basic.  First of all, it doesn't even contain real bison.  It's a slice of turkey with a thinner slice of wax ("provolone") on stale white bread.  Three bucks for that.  Or I could've upgraded and paid $7.99 for a feta and spinach wrap.  Or $8.99 for a ham and swiss pannini sandwich.  Who the hell do they think is going to this library--Bill Gates?  Certainly not the CEOs of the faltering Wall Street financial giants, that's for sure.

But no worries--with the help of three mustard packets, the "Bison Basic" was successfully renamed the "Barely Palatable."  So yes, I ate food today.

Oh god, I think that creature that's on the airplane wings from that episode of The Twilight Zone where William Shatner plays the delusional spaz just walked by the window into my carrel.  EEK!  I mean, ach!

Also, this level of the library is 24-hours quiet.  Which is why this evening's "music" is bothering me.  Oh well, back to working on stuff for fiction, then reading for Study of Lit Remix.