Seriously... do I go to the Harry Potter party, and surround myself with a teeming mass of Columbus's smaller residents so that I can pick up my book at midnight, or do I go see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Or do I try to somehow fit in both? I've been waiting for both of these patiently since I heard they were coming out, but I only realized a few weeks ago that they were coming out on the same day. Guh!
(Yeah, I'll be 30 next year. Why do you ask?)
Nothing much going on here the last few days. I cook, I clean. I've packed up a bunch of books - this is difficult when you're trying to keep them separated out by subject. All my writing reference has to stay in one place too, and it is categorically broad, though largely historical or linguistic. (With the occasional book on alchemy or robotics, and a few feminist books on "loose women.") It's about 3 small boxes (12x12x18"-ish) when it's packed, if I'm very selective about what I call reference. I also packed up much of the fiction I bought in the last 2 years, including Their Eyes Were Watching God, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Drinking Coffee Elsewhere, Everything is Illuminated, The Devil in the White City (not fiction), and a partridge in a pear tree. All the books on becoming more organized (I'm not, though I have succeeded at organizing the books about organization) are going in a box with all the books on home decorating... that way they will all be in one place in the new place, when I want them.
Excitement. But what else am I going to say? Tom and I tried to go read and work at a particular coffeehouse the other day, but the parking lot was full, so we ended up reading and working at a chain coffeehouse up the road from our intended target. *sigh* I keep forgetting to return things to the library that need to go there - by which I mean, I take a bunch of things back on or before the day they're due, but I forget one or two things that were due that day - as a result, I will be spending some time ironing that out this afternoon. It's really not that interesting. (I still believe that *I* am interesting, to be around, more or less, but my goodness do my activities NOT live up to it.)