I just spent twenty minutes in front of the door at the Santa Monica Library like Sally Fields in a Mervyn's commercial. "Open, open, open."
Rid-donk-ulous.
I had twenty minutes to compose that sentence in my mind, and now that I have written it for you, I can commence studying.
So, you're one of those . . . waiting for the library doors to open to make desperate dash for the computers even though there are more computers then people herding at the door. Is it wrong I find humor in their forlorn looks?
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