The problem is that a lot of the time, I don't remember doing this. It could be that a lot of this occurs late at night. Technology makes it so darn easy to access the Internet and thus the library's website, all without leaving the comfort of my bed.
I picked up five books from the library today. I could recall why I wanted one specific book and placing the hold. Three of them, I could remember placing the holds but not why I wanted to read these books.
The last one is a complete mystery. I'm holding a copy of "Where Death Delights," on loan from the University of Nevada (!) that I apparently requested. I don't remember requesting this book, but there it is, with my name on the card. I also can't recall why I wanted this book...apparently I must have had forensic medicine on my mind at the time.
I'm actually impressed my little shack of a library crossed a state line to get me the book in the first place.
Which leads me to bad habit #2: actually getting around to reading these books, as well as all of the other unread books that I have around the house. I blame the children in part: by the end of the day, when they're both wrangled into bed and I have some time to myself, I'm too darn tired and fall asleep two pages in.
I also blame the Internet as well, because when I am awake enough after the kids are asleep to actually read, I'm online checking e-mail, exercising my forum duties, and getting lost on Wikipedia adventures. And technology makes it so easy to do that, all without leaving the comfort of my bed.
*sigh*
