i've been sitting in the library for six hours. working on my silverian final. and, except for one quick trip to the restroom, i've completely ignored the very sound advice i was given a few months ago to stand up and move around more often while i'm working. and now i understand people's reaction to the campy seventies music byu's library used to play starting 15 minutes before closing. downstairs, on the first floor in the rather lovely asian studies area of the library where i frequently studied, the students who had been sitting there all night would, with some regularity, dance on the tables. i never participated, but i think that were the library's soundsystem to start blaring music from hawaii five-o right at this moment, i would be sorely tempted.