Anyone for the library?

As I sit in the library for the fifth day in a week I suddenly realise I’vebecome a geek. It has only taken three years but I worryingly feel likea student; lugging books around, having an overflowing pencil case (complete with a glue stick??) and sticky notes as far as the eye cansee. At least my text books look pretty, even if the neon page markersdo make my books resembles an infant school flip book.Believe me, I wish I was learning the alphabet again instead of literarycanon’s found in Jane Austen’.I have been doing Austen so much recently that last Saturday I decidedto take a day off. And what a day it was! There has been a very odd smell coming from my wardrobe for a while now,I hadn’t forgotten about it, I just hadn’t found the time to fully ventureinto Narnia and drag Mr. Tumnes out by his hind legs. So on Saturday Iemptied it out and found the source of the problem. Mould. Yes, in short I spent Saturday scrubbing the insides of my wardrobe,de-moulding it and attempting to once again make it smell of freshdaisies. And after the initial fear that my extensive shoe collecting wasslowly turning black and soggy, I whipped out the bleach and becamesuper mould woman.I reluctantly hung up my cape on Sunday and trundled back to thelibrary.Who said being a student wasn’t fun?