And fortunately, except for a meeting in the morning, I have nothing tomorrow (day off from class and work) so I can spend lots of time freaking out over it! Also, it has been named: Silent Cal Coolidge. Because dead president nicknames are the bestest ever.

I was considering taking up recreational lock-picking, but apparently it's a felony or some such nonsense to possess lock-picks within the district. Whatev. I got a job instead. For ten-ish hours a week I get paid to listen to my ipod. And also re-shelve books, but mostly listen to my ipod. It's good, as I require some sort of external motivation to get up at the same time every day, and now I have to do that on weekdays.

Finally went to the grocery store today (yay!) and have also finally gotten in touch with some of the people that I hadn't yet gotten in touch with. Dinner in fifteen minutes with Jon, zB. Observatory things seem to be progressing alright, and are not taking over my life as I feared. I was more concerned about that after I decided I felt like getting a job.

On a side note - isn't the point of job interviews that you know you want the job, but they don't know if they want you for the job? It totally didn't work that way at all. Not that I'm really complaining, I'm just a bit confused.

I do need to get homework done, but the reason that hasn't been done isn't to do with my cushy library job or the observatory - it's because I finally decorated my room. The only thing left to do is fold some cranes and hang them from the ceiling above my bed. I think I'll tackle that next weekend. And yes some of the posters and whatnot are supposed to be crooked/upside down/sideways/not entirely attached. It looks like a habitable place for civilised people to live now (in my admittedly slightly odd opinion), and it was totally worth the several hours I spent.

The photo is Fr. Tondorf in the observatory with his pet Seismograph. Apparently the acquisition of this seismograph was so exciting the NYT wrote an article about it. Or they didn't have anything better to write about at the time. Or Fr. Tondorf's obsession enthusiasm was contagious.