it is april 20th and it’s fast approaching 4:20 PM. i work in a high school and the library is completely empty. apparently the place to smoke is in the gully that runs along the school; they call it ‘the garden’. the things i know about these punks–not good.
i’m learning how to catalogue things this week. i’ve been given the ‘sears list of subject headings’. fun! i like looking up all the little subject headings to apply. admittedly, i like it after doing it for 3 hours total. i can’t imagine i would like doing it forever. though presumably eventually i could memorize the sears list.
…i’ve really got nothing to say.
there was a dead rat in the cat fool bowl in our garage last night. a hint that they want better rations? i dunno, it wasn’t eaten at all–not even gnawed on. poor little bugger.
p.s. in ‘hot fuzz’ (which i went to see this morning) they say, “by the power of gray skull!” not once, but twice. i nearly peed myself laughing. those he-man references get me every time, every goddamn time.
I love your relationship with the word “gulley.” It’s a great word that I always forget exists until the next time you throw some work its way. It’s like me and “fetishistic.” I love that fuckin word.
…do i use the word “gully” that often? i think i like “gulch” more than “gully” though. 🙂
Well, not like every day of your life, but I hear it hear and there. Which is a lot more than most people use it, being never.