Addiction

I can't help it.
The multiple tabs in Internet Explorer only make it that much easier.
I surf in one, type in my queries in the other.
I'm collecting a mega list.
My "what I have to read" list.
The local library's catalog search, which connects to the Inter-Library-Loan system for the entire system spits out the availability of everything.
I just hit "my list" and move on.
I'm up to 20-some, and I'm hungry for more.
But I can't request just yet.
Request too many, and they pile up.
The pleasure is lost as I sit, curled in the corner of my couch, one eye on the page, the other on the pile on the bookcase. It's the pile I must conquer before the books have to be returned.
Older books are better; there are fewer requests.
They come in faster; they're easier to renew - no one else wants them.
That makes me sad, but oh well.
It's the new books that I salivate for.
I click "request" and I'm told I'm 38th in line or 97th.
How can it be?
Please, read fast.
I'm waiting.