When my fingers get going...

I just checked the books I'm listed as having checked out on the Queens Library website and Prozac Nation is still up there. So fucking pissed about that one it isn't even funny. Why oh why did I have to get the hardcover? I prefer them for aesthetic reasons, but now those reasons are going to leave a $35 dollar dent in my wallet.

( Cut just because. )

ETA: Oh yes! Something else that perked up my day when I heard it that I just remembered as I went to iron my shirt and stepped over the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy book I borrowed from the library. My brother nearly ran into Jai, AKA "The Pocket Queer" at the Alicia Keys/Missy Elliot/Beyonce triple bill concert his friends took him to Saturday. When he called me at work to tell me this (it had just popped into his mind as well - maybe he caught a preview clip of the show or something) I almost squealed. I also felt like jumping through the phone and throttling him for not getting an autograph. Although now I'm wondering what the hell an autograph would prove. But it's just a built-in reaction, I suppose. Wish I'd been there.