The Indian in the Cupboard? Non, non! The Light in the Cupboard

One night, I stumbled out of bed and weaved into the washroom in the dead of darkness...or so it would seem at first. I had not turned on any lights, however a beam of light was coming from the cupboard above the shower (yes, I have high ceilings!) Startled and amazed out of my stupour I pulled out my earplugs (to hear any ethereal music that might acompany this strange sight) I stood on the closed toilet seat and attempted to peer into the cupboard. To my amazement, it appears that the wall along it's side, is only a large piece of painted plywood haphazardly nailed in place. A gap at least a half inch wide runs the length, and at first, in horror I believed that it was a peephole into someone elses washroom.

At this point, I believe upon further late night explorations that it may in fact look into the same vast void that my kitchen peers into. The light from a neighbours window into that void, may have produced the glow. I'm not certain, perhaps I shall futher investigate tonight. It's all together unsettling. Now we have bathroom smells and kitchen smells communally intermingling in a very weird way.

Also, this evening at the library:

I love it when I get to work on the adult desk. Not only did I have our resident perv hovering around the desk, our resident friendly-man-who-will-talk-your-ear-off, but I also finally got to meet the strange-priest-man who is very grizzled and knarled, shakey and scared in the face, with gigantic old glasses that have slid down and pinched in nostrils into non-existance. Wearing a trench, messily clad,with a cleryman's collar, he asked me for two books we would never have...25 year old books on physics and nuclear energy....he also informed me that he is a student at UBC! Wowee, it's never too late to learn. That's what I keep telling myself!

By the way- one small correction, the perv's last name is THOMPSON and not SANFORD as previously noted! Just in case! Today he made cracking whip noises, said "hey hey hey" repeatedly every five minutes about everything to me (I ignored him until another patron, said, ummm I think that man wants you or something) and I had to go over to his computer terminal. Ugh.