There are few things that annoy me more than evenings when the library feels more like a discothèque than a safe haven of concentration. Come on, info-commons… you are my last hold out. I have been effectively avoiding this poem of mine since it spun out of my control two weeks ago. This exercise in ire and glaring is, I’m sure, just another method
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