Milk emergency

Today was supposed to be the *official* start of the hardcore, no fun, insane, crazy hours, soul destroying studying that will last approximately until the 14th June. Sadly this was scrapped on account of the library being too cold.

The only highlight of my day happened in the library at about 9am: the library alarm to prevent people from pilfering the books (as it is a reference library only... or a 'Study Landscape' if you will) kept on going off - it's a recording of the security guard's voice saying 'Please return your books to the desk, please... Please return your books to the desk, please'. Disarmingly polite. Only this time the actual real life security guard actually came running over because someone had brought a book that they had stolen the day before. This amused me as why would you need to steal a book from a library that is open 24 hours a day? And why, and this is what gets me most, would you bring it back... during the day... when the security guard is actually there?

I had to cope with the cringeworthly, awful conversation between said stupid student and security guard:

Security guard: 'Can I see in your bag? That's a book from the
library'

Ridiculous student: 'It's not mine'

Security guard: 'It's in your bag'

Ridiculous student: 'It's not mine'

Security guard: 'But its in your bag'

Ridiculous student: [awkward silence]

It was awfully, stupidly amusing. THEN I noticed that there was a van on the road outside that said 'Graham's Milk' on the side, and it had a yellow, flashing light on top. I had visions of it speeding down the road, sirens blaring, answering the call to some kind of milk emergency.

As you can see, my descent into mental illness is becoming ever more rapid.