Burying Myself in Books (or is it work...)
I have a stack of library books that seems to be continually growing on my table. Soon it will no doubt be stacked up higher than the monitor. At work I'm constantly coming across books that seem like they'd be a great read and my will power being what it is, I inevitably check out 60% of stuff that catches my eye. But this last week the only thing I've been consistently reading is Mists of Avalon. ^^;; I did finish the Eva Besnyo photo book, but her work is so bloody amazing i think i'll keep it around a while longer for inspiration. I would buy it, but without looking, I'm sure I can't afford it. I've been trying to put them in some kind order of priority but I don't know who I'm kidding, I won't have time to read most of it.

At the moment the pile include:
A dictionary of intermediate Japanese Grammar;
Gender Gymnastics: Performing and Consuming Japan's Takarazuka Revue;
Evaluating Teacher Effectiveness in ESL/EFL Contexts (this should probably go back because I have a year to finish that project for class);
A History of Feminist Literary Criticism;
Nihongo Journal (newest circulating copy);
Sapphists and Sexologists: Histories of Sexualities;

And here is what comes after that out of my own collection yet to be read...
About 12 more volumes of Hana Kimi;
three more volumes of Blood+;
first six volumes of Glass Mask;
Kaguya-Hime;
Rose of Versailles;
Oniisama E;
Swan;
Paradise Kiss;
The Forest House;
Children of Dune;
Kafu the Scribbler;
the Columbia Anthology of Modern Japanese Literature;
the Complete Works of Shakespeare;
about 18 Xanth novels;
about 36 DS9 novels;
a lot more that's too far down the list of priorities to be important right now.

As of today, I now have a second job, and at least one of the two is full-time. Neither of them allow me to read at work. I want to cry.