sad news

The library has recalled TWO books I was in the middle of & now I have to return both As If An Enemy's Country, by Richard Archer, and also The Secret History of the Mongol Queens, by Jack Weatherford.  I was enjoying both and am wicked sad.  But apparently Widener has wanted the latter back for a while, and now wants a "replacement" fee, so I didn't really have a choice.  Yet more overdue fines to ignore, oh well.  But I only have a week to do the revision of my paper, starting when I get the comments back tonight, so I guess fewer distractions are for the best. 

In other sad news, my baby brother just found out that thanks to his wicked low housing lottery number, he's going to be living in Sylvan next year, barring some miracle.  I actually tried to make him feel better by pointing out that "at least" he "will only be a rape trail away from" his friends.  Which came out wrong, needless to say.  Then I suggested maybe he try to split up two friends who were planning on living together in Grayson (where he wants to be for some reason - go O-Hill!), and swoop in and take their room; my great plan was to find two girls, tell each one that the other said she was a fat sl*t, and then wait for the fight to start.  Which didn't just come out wrong, but actually is wrong.  My final recommendation was to emulate our third, imaginary brother, who M & I told N lived under the stairs (and N was younger by enough years to believe us), and just squat in Grayson until he gets a room.  Clearly, it was time for lunch.  Am feeling much less evil-mastermind-y now that I've eaten.