It's hot and stale in this library, but it's the only place I can get obscure forensic titles, because that's how I roll when I'm working on novel #2. Yeah, it probably looks weird when I'm photocopying my book on police tactical maneuvers, but I just grin and say "I'm writing a novel," and the librarians relax. Luckily, I was able to find the one copier loaded with legal paper. Not sure why they're playing classical music downstairs.
On my way to Park Slope, land of the eternal yoga mat, for dinner. Mmmm...burritos.