Doomed. Oh God, now I'm probably going to fall into a pit full of spikes and die miserably, howling like an animal* - you see, I neglected to pass on a chain letter.

Perhaps there's still time: I own two cookbooks, four dog-eared O'Reilly manuals, and the journal of a 19th century English adventurer who was cannibalized by a relic Homo habilis gang encamped outside of Samarkand. That last is the last book I read, and that was thirty years ago. The last book I bought was The Emperor's New Mind, sometime in the eighties, but I never read it. There were books I read that meant a lot to me in my formative years but I've completely forgotten their contents.

Now I can retire without insomniac anxiety.

*Yeah, I know Ginny already grabbed that one this weekend, but I thought it apt here.

Posted by Moira Breen at 13 June 2005 04:19 PM