I took a little trip to the library (finally!) and picked up the books I had on hold, plus five others that I grabbed on a whim.  It doesn’t seem logical for me to do so when I haven’t made a dent in reading the books that I actually own but I have something like a short attention span and a need to be perfect.  I suppose that’s why I’m always changing everything.  There was a time when I made a new AIM screen name every three months.  Now it’s creating a new tumblr whenever I grow bored or my words don’t come out the way I planned.  I may very well be on the verge of doing so again but that may take a while.

Now I’m off topic.

As I was saying, I went to the library today and made the mistake of letting my father see one of the African American photography books I picked up just before I sat down to flip through it.  That resulted in him sitting and going through it page by page.  Believe me, it is not a small book.  I figured he was just going to look at the cover.  The funny thing is, he wouldn’t even take the time to take me to pick it up.  He put me off on my mom instead and I had to listen to her whine every step of the way.

Not fun.

I guess that’s what I get for having to share everything.