Heaven...I'm in Heaven!

Yesterday was the big "Friends of the Library" annual used book sale. It's my favorite day of the year, excluding Christmas. While I didn't find nearly as many titles that sparked my fancy this time, I still managed to come away with some decent additions to my library.

• The Dark Tower Collection
• For Whom the Bell Tolls
• The Three Musketeers
• The Scarlet Letter (in better condition than my well-loved copy)
• The Iliad (Hardback, to replace my paperback)
• The Pickwick Papers (A 1930 edition)
• World's Greatest Books (1942 anthology of popular 20th century fiction, illustrated- it's an AMAZING collection!!!)
• Angela's Ashes
• The Constant Gardener
• Bridget Jones' Diary- The Edge of Reason
• Handwriting Analysis
• Cannibal Killers (I was oddly intrigued...)
• You Are Psychic- Developing Your Natural Clairvoyance (He he he... I'm going to have FAR too much fun with this!!!!!!)

...All for $8! Go me. :)

Don't Underestimate the Power of the Dark Side

I'm a pretty calm, rational person for the most part. I let people get away with more than I should because I usually figure that an issue isn't worth my trouble. Normally, it isn't a big deal- everything always blows over and I de-stress by painting or whatever. Every now and then, too much anger builds up without a release and I turn into a very scary version of myself. Let's just say that if a were a drug lord, mob boss, or fascist dictator the heads would be rolling today.

I find myself happily imagining the scenes in Star Wars where Darth Vader uses the force to crush the throats of people who fail him... and picture myself doing the same thing to coworkers and clients.

I'm not a violent person, I just want to stomp around today pretending to be more intimidating than I actually am.

At this point, I will instead direct my aggression at Nelly's latest hit, "Grillz". It's stupid. And pointless. And I hate it. ...Sure, none of his songs have um... poignant lyrics, but this one particularly rubs me the wrong way. He started a rash of bad songs with female backup singers who are apparently brainless and oversexed. I wouldn't call myself a feminist, but when I hear a stupid girl breathlessly repeat everything Nelly raps (as though it's the naughtiest thing she's ever heard), it makes me hurt inside. "Let me see your Grillz!"

Ugh. I feel like every time that song plays, another teenage girl decides that she isn't a sufficient sex object and becomes anorexic.

Will You Love Me in the Morning

It's been one of those days. I'm sure that at some point before I fall asleep, I'll find myself rocking back and forth while sucking my thumb and clinging to my blankie.

I don't really want to canvass the subject. Tomorrow everything will be fine, and I'll feel silly for having let myself despair over nothing. The world isn't ending, I'm not a complete failure, the entire population of the Earth doesn't hate me, and eventually this will all work right. There, there.

It was so very grey today. So very Monday-like. So very much the way I feel.

To top it all off, I'm pretty sure that I killed a bunny on my way to work this morning. One little bunny darted out in front of my car (I missed him) and then another right after the first. I think I hit the second bunny. I feel a little sick. And I want to cry a little.

Ugh. The world is a terrible place AND I'm a bunny killer.

I'm going to bed now, and will do my best to pretend that I never got up this morning.