Stop Stealing My Books
Okay, I'll admit my attachment to the public library is slightly unhealthy, but it's a cruel joke to go thieving my long-awaited, reserved copy of Him, Her, Him Again: The End of Him off the reserve shelf. I have a system, my fellow New Yorkers, and I'd appreciate it if you'd not crap it up, especially the night before I hit "The Road" again. It's probably a good thing I'm going away, as there's likely to be a turf war down at the 'brary if I don't hightail it out of town.
I'm trying to pretend I'm prepared to go to Austin and Charlottesville but in fact I haven't packed yet. I do this. I dread packing for two climates, I like to think I'm becoming one of those "throw-three-things-in-a-carry-on-and-go" people, I leave it to the last minute, it's always a bad idea. In the meantime, I've been up to a few things.