A couple of weeks ago I went to Book Expo to nerd-out with book vendors, publishers, authors, and librarians.  It was my first year going, but I had so much fun–I’m not sure how I lived so long without having gone to this!  I got a ton of free things, most of which were advanced readers copies of books that look delicious enough to eat.  I did get a poster I was really excited about–it’s already hanging up in my room.  There were tons of literary famous people (the best kind of famous people, in my opinion).  I got to take a picture with Captain Underpants:

And then I decided I hadn’t collected enough photos of me with men who were not wearing shirts, so I got cornered for a picture at the erotic romance novel table (they had really cool playing cards there):

The book cover models were nice and even gave me a free calendar so I could look at them without shirts every month next year.  It was a fun time.  I got to hear authors I admire (John Green and Lois Lowry) talk about things that matter, and I got to talk to aspiring authors explain how they view libraries in our current economically challenged society.

All in all, I got enough reading material to last me all year, and I even made some friends in the librarian lounge!  I’m already looking forward to next year–I can’t wait to see who they choose to speak in the mornings, and see what’s the big items on the floor.

Well, the weather has been grand, and when I say grand, I mostly mean hot.  Because of this, I’ve put my AC into my window.  I hate the AC, but I need it for the times when I would otherwise melt in my bed.  It’s been such a great invention (if you ignore the very uneven distribution of weight and how long it took me to get it in place without both cutting my arm off at the elbow with the window and dropping it down three stories) and has already saved me several sweaty nights.  However, the pigeons have taken to Mr. Freeze.  Yes, that’s the name of the AC.

The pigeons outside keep landing on the AC and then using it as a means to get close enough to my window to communicate with me via Morse code.  They wake me up every morning by tapping on the glass until I scream and scare them away.  For example: Monday morning.

Annnndddd then again on Wednesday:

Look at the red eye!  This pigeon is evil!  I woke up and it was just watching me suffer.  What is up with that?  I’m hoping the pigeons give up after a while and this won’t happen all summer.  If it’s going to follow me until October’s cool weather, expect a ton of photos accompanied with complaints.