Emails, mosquitoes and sparkles

Yesterday the tech guy at the library sent out his semi-annual "we need to free up more space on the server" email, and I set about trying to clean up my work email account. This morning I realized that the "Sent Items" folder does not automatically delete istelf after time as I expected, so I had 2478 emails that date back to my June 2006 start date. The only problem was I had to delete every email individually, which actually involves the two steps (hitting the delete button and then the enter button) ... can we say repetitive strain injury, kids? My hand hurts right now, but at least it's helping take my mind off of the possible West Nile Virus growing on my legs due to multiple mosquito bites. Here's the question: would you rather die of Cryptococcus from pigeon shit or West Nile Virus from mosquito bites? Tough call.

This thought sparked another one - isn't it amazing how little kids get injured all the time (I'm not talking belt beatings and spankings, but rather cuts, scrapes, falling down, etc) but after their initial little cry they really don't care that much about it and seem to heal quickly ... but if adults get even the slightest injury the recovery time can stretch out over a period of days, weeks or even months? Things like repetitive strain injury are an indication of that, and prove that adults are even bigger babies than kids.

And my amusing story from yesterday - S came and visited and told me a his confession that he really likes it when you hang your head out a car window and hold your tongue out so it becomes so dry it feels like a lizard's tongue. Also, K2 (of the stolen wallet and new page job fame) came up to the teen area after helping out with a children's program happily covered in glue and sparkles that she then tried to spread over everyone around her as called herself the sparkle princess. Sometimes you'd never guess that this girl is 17.