Finally, the week is over. T.G.I.F. Tonight, I will go out and drink too many martinis, as I always do on Friday night. Maybe if I drink enough I will run into my fairy godmother so we can start on that book about my life. Two more hours at this dreaded library. At least I no longer am responsible for that damn story time. I am beginning to hate the very children I used to long to inspire. I'm not sure if this new fund raising project will be too much work or not. I like the idea of meeting some new people. I especially like the idea of the privacy of my own office for a while. At least I can get a drink whenever I'm thirsty without having to go outside.

I've been instructed to attempt to raise $20,000 in donations beginning with local businesses. If I can get one good corporate sponsor to support us I should be able to raise the money with no problem. I think I will start with the zoo, first thing Monday morning I will give that girl a call who is in PR there. She is in here often and has always been helpful in our volunteer projects. I think her name is Ms. Flint. Hell, with that job she may donate the money herself and save me from all the work.

One more hour and I will be out of this place. I wonder where that guy with cigarettes in his shirt is today. Surely he isn't actually working. I wonder what kind of job he has anyway. He's usually been in by now. I'll miss seeing him once I've moved to the back office next week. Oh well, I have the weekend to look forward to.

I think I will go to the Underground tonight, or maybe one of those gay bars downtown. I need some excitement. Surely I would find something interesting at a drag show. Maybe my fairy godmother will be a drag queen. That would make for one hell of a book writing session wouldn't it?!

I just don't see how those drag queens stand all of that makeup. I'm a woman and I can't stand it. The best I can do is make myself into a clown for Halloween and those damn storytelling sessions I have to do sometimes. I used to like working with children. Trying to get them interested in reading became almost impossible. Kids just keep coming in here more and more beligerent and less and less succeptible to reading. They just don't like anything anymore. They think books are stupid and reading is for wimps. I find it easier and easier to forget why I wanted to be a librarian in the first place. It was originally for the children. I think all the martinis I've had in the last five years have really clouded my vision. I wonder how my weekend will turn out.