Zoe’s Journal

Today I went, for the first time ever, to a Phoenix public library. In North Carolina, I used to frequent the libraries, but when I moved out here, I started to just buy my books. However, I’m taking a course on children’s literature, and we have to read at least one book a week, and I really don’t think the LotR wants ‘King Bidgood’s in the Bathtub‘ or ‘Click Clack Moo‘ lying around on the coffee table. I don’t.

So, off I hied myself to a library, which turned out to be amazingly close (and in close proximity to Subway’s, Target, and Bombshell’s Cabaret), rather small, and yet containing all the books I needed. I signed up for a card, dug out my list of books, stepped over a smattering of small kids, found my books, and got myself quickly out of that miniature room to find a ‘real’ table with chairs that sat higher than my shinbone.

Once at that table, I discovered that the library is an amazing place to work. I didn’t bring my laptop, so nothing distracted or disturbed me (except for the homeless guys that came in regularly to use the restroom) while I finished up this week’s lessons and got started on the next ones.

Have you ever found that liquor renders you loquacious?

It does me.

At any rate, I believe that I have a mild whiplash. And by mild, I mean, Ouchie. It was gotten yesterday, when, during my regular workout with the trainer, he decided to have me do some martial arts kicking. So he held up the kicking pad and said, ‘Come on, break my ribs!’. So, I squared up, geared up, and let fly with a rib-breaking kick… which unfortunately didn’t quite connect and threw me completely off my feet and into the air, from which I came down with a hand-bruising, and apparently whiplashing, bang, flat on my back. Talk about funny. I wish I had that on video.

I believe I’m going to go watch Annie.