Hil, just email the Reference department/main "help" email address. Those people are very public service oriented (and usually the disability coordinator for the library is in the Reference department IME.) They'll take it to whoever made the decision.

I ended up buying a local calendar for my friend so that she can look at New England when she is back in Old England, and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and chocolates. She should be able to return the book before she leaves if she already has it.

Yay! Sounds like a very nice gift to me!

I just read The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, and it was awesome.

The board ate my post!

I just read The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, and it was awesome.

I started reading it a while ago before getting distracted by another shiny book, but I think T will like it. I took a gift receipt so she can always return it to Borders before she goes back if she doesn't want it/already has it. There is even a Borders in the mall where her party is being held.

Sweet Jesus, the fire alarm here in the office has been going off for an hour. "someone's on the way to turn it off." I want hazard pay.

We were actually social n'such tonight! A friend from high school was in town all week, and we kept saying we wanted to get together but then we never followed through. Finally he called today and said "I'm getting LaRosa's [a local pizza place] for dinner and you're meeting me."

So we had pizza and then went down to a bar in my neighborhood. The bar is next door to a vintage clothing store, which we perused first. This was one of the few vintage stores I've been to that had more than 1 or 2 plus-sized items of clothing. I found a very short slutty hot-pink w/black plaid schoolgirl-type skirt. Not *my* thing at all, but The Boy has made noises about wishing I wore shorter skirts more often.

This is totally not a skirt I'd wear in public, but it is really cute in that aforementioned slutty way.

Then we went to the bar (this is the awesome bar w/an amazing beer selection, a kickass jukebox, and the burritos bigger than a baby). There was a random band playing -- kind of a weird amalgam of Radiohead and funk. Good bass. Saxophone. Faux Hammond organ.

I had one freaking beer and my IBS rebelled. So now we're back home and I'm trying to get my tummy to de-bloat. Stoopid IBS.

That sounds like ADD.

Mebbe!

In all seriousness, I'm not diagnosed, but considering my brother is, my mother is, my sister appears to be...

Yeah.

I was supposed to be tested, but they fucked up and tested me for autism instead. Which, you know. Made me look at them and say, "No shit, Sherlock." when they said "U R NOT AUTISTIC!" (I may be on the spectrum, but not where they were testing me.)

OK, I found the email address for the library student liason on the website, and I emailed her. Got a bounce-back email that that address doesn't exist.

Does the student newspaper have a tip line? An editor with an email address? Just a thought.

Tonight is the 2nd night of locking the cats out of the bedroom in preparation for the baby's arrival. It makes me feel so bad. My poor little Casper cries at the door for a few minutes and then goes and finds a place to lay down. It's almost sadder to me that he doesn't keep at it, but just gives up. He gets most of his cuddles when go to bed, so I know he's missing it. Still, we have to have a kitty-free sleeping space for the newborn. Hopefully they'll all get along well and we can have them back in the bedroom soon.

I think I might have gone drinking at The Comet when I was attending UC. It sounds really familiar.