The only thing pretty about my gosh darn library is this tiny little bit of flora and fauna in the parking lot. The rest of it looks like some bleak nastiness where books go to die.
You walk inside and it's all old fogies who look at me like I'm a moon walking alien. They're lucky they always have the books I want. Otherwise I'd just have to drive myself back down the 405 to the library of all libraries...The Santa Monica Library. MY LIBRARY.
This impostor is walking on eggshells.