Remember last night, when I said I had to do that WWI paper? Well, after being gratifyingly distracted by Revenge of the Sith's deleted scenes, I finally settled down to write it at about 10:00 pm. I just needed the book.
I looked for it.
And looked for it.
And looked (read, torn the place apart) for it.
Nothing. Nada. Arimasen.
Then I remembered that the book I needed (Blood of Our Sons by Nicoletta F. Gullace) was the one book I hadn't been able to purchase at the bookstore. I'd intended to buy it later, and completely forgot.
So I didn't have the book.
Okay, I told myself, I'll just go down the the library early tomorrow morning, take the book out from the reserves, and write my paper in the hour and a half before class. It's only one page. No problem.
I got to the library at 8:15 am this morning. The librarian told me that, unfortunately, my professorhad not placed the book on reserve.
"We do have it in the library..." he began.
"... but both copies were stolen."
"WHAT!?" Now I was in a real panic.
"You should call your professor," said the painfully naive librarian.
"I can't do that! If I couldn't get ahold of the book, I should have told him weeks ago!"
So I ran, literally ran, all the way across campus to the bookstore, hoping against hope that they might have a copy left.
They did. There is a God in Heaven and She's Smiled Down On Me.
I got the computer labs at 8:55. I read the introduction and the first chapter, then realized I'd read part of this book for my Women in European History class. Even better, I could definitely write a page on the redefinition of British citizenship through the feminist war effort.
And so I did. I just finished it.
... that was still Way, Way Too Close. *is dead*
who's heart may stop pounding sometime next year.