Give me your money.

No, seriously.
Give it. I want it.

So, if you couldn't tell, I was browsing Amazon again. I was all sorts of excited that I won the first three books of a YA series on eBay for less than $5. The excitement faded when I found that three of the books in the 15-book series are extremely rare and the lowest price I can find for them ranges $18-25 apiece. For a young adult novel. Goddamn, just re-release it already! I think I'll just go steal them from South Baltimore's library.

And then, as dismay set in, I searched the Carroll County Library database and came up with a handful of books that I can get inter-library loaned from Taneytown, as well as a few that I can actually get my greedy little hands on tomorrow. I think that there must be a hidden coven of witches in Westminster or something-- half the books I was drooling over are all checked out! But I did stumble across a find-- Cate Tiernan wrote a series of books about Wiccan teens, and the Taneytown library has them all. So I'm going to try to get the first three tomorrow, if the old lady behind the desk can cough up my pin number.


Plus one of Wes's watches went up on eBay and I crave it like a junkie. I would seriously blow an entire paycheck for it. I'm so sentimentally materialistic. Books and keepsakes. I'm a packrat of memories.

And I finally got my internet turned on. They mislabeled my wall jack. Brilliant.