Books...

I like books, and much as I love to borrow them, I also buy them. This is why I need a new bookshelf badly enough that I now get pissed off when people return borrowed ones. Nonetheless, I just ordered a copy of What No One Tells the Bride... it looked useful. Still resisting The Speed of Dark by Elizabeth Moon but I can feel my resolve slowly weakening.

I'm ashamed on behalf of women everywhere to note that there exists a book called Buff Brides: The Complete Guide to Getting in Shape and Looking Great for Your Wedding Day. Ugh. Shallowness, anyone?

A haiku for what clearly was a wasted day

victory at work
but not Ricochet Robot
my soul is forlorn