Spring = Paper Time

I'm officially on-leave and not spending much time at the library so I've missed the normal signs marking the end of the term (This is the last week of classes): undergrads on the twelfth floor, full elevators all the time, no books on the shelves, a wider range of other people's music libraries to investigate (all of them have the complete oeuvre of the Bare Naked Ladies, of course). The one end-of-term ritual that has reached me in my isolated state? People are once again coming here after searching for Laocoon and 28 Days Later. Don't forget to footnote me!