07 April 04
Last year’s game was poop.
In a library. Sitting in the quiet reading area. Between the “Quiet please” and “Your silence is golden” signs. Attention buried in an extremely complicated series of novels and dictionaries, some in Spanish. Surrounded by dozens of other studious bookophiles with oversensitive hearing. Solely possessive of a somewhat important sentence fragment. Wearing one of those customer service “Ask me” vests.