Disjointed Toughts

I got the new White Stripes album today for fifty-eight cents. Well, in truth I used a ten dollar gift card I had received a few weeks back. It was a Target gift card. I have been a fan of the White Stripes someone introduced me to them a few years back. I like their sound, its guitar heavy, ear-drum thwacking sound. It does, to steal a phrase, the body good. Maybe not the ears so much, but the body.

I listed to it as I drove from one place of employ, BN, to another place of employ: the law library. I love pushing books. Love it. I've been up since 0430. I had to be at work at BN at 0600. It is now 555 pm, or 1755, so i have been awake for more than twelve hours. So Robert Goulet should be swooping down from the ceiling at any minute. I'm a bit low. I tried to read a chapter ofAmerican Gods by Neil Gaiman before work, but found myself nodding off. But I have been properly fortified with chilled caffinated sugar water and I'm good to go for a bit.

Its fairly quite in the library, that's a bold statement, wasn't it? It should be quite in the library, but I mean there aren't many people here. They come and go, but nothing much is going on. I'm not sure what classes are going on, but thre must be one or two because the few students that are here do seem to be studying something, I'm just sure what. And, for that matter, I don't really care.

I started watching the Spanish movie The Spirit of the Beehive the other day. What a beautiful movie. Really, its gorgeous. It was recently released by Criterion. Its just an amazing film. Beautifully shot. I'm in awe. It is a must see film.

I'm ready to take a nap.