At work I actually talked with a coworker for more than a brief exchange of “Hey.” It’s happened before, so yeah, whatever not that big a deal but here’s something you may not know about me (knowing you all know this far too well): I don’t speak well to others. Part of it is an inability to make small talk without it feeling forced/faked.

I’ve often looked at the xkcd store and seen this shirt. I think of buying it but then my inner Roast Beef takes over and I realize I can’t advertise my shyness. It would all end in tears.

Anyway, coworker and I discussed zen mind tricks in aid of shelving and I informed her of the craziness of Dewey’s Gay Urban Planning section of the library. And then I ran off and hid, slowly recuperating from the mental anguish.

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