My Obscurities

I think I am ill.  I can barely eat.  Argh.  I can feel my stomach tying itself in knots but everything is so unappealing to my taste buds.  It’s very curious.  It’s also not really incredibly interesting…

An impromptu trip to the Exit 7 Books - A - Million proved to be most interesting.  Apparently, next Friday, Glenn Beck will be there signing books and shaking hands.  I wanted to meet McCain (or attempt to view him from afar) when he visited Blountville.  Unfortunately, experimentation beckoned and I was obligated to heed its call.  So, that is what makes this visitation exceedingly awesome: no lab on Fridays.  Huzzah!  In your face frustrating lab participants.  You shant impose upon my political commentary this time. 

The BAM trip also produced yet another book purchase.  Not very surprising given that I read like other people breathe.  Still, I’m slightly unsure of my choice this evening.  I had, at first, kicked about the idea of purchasing Into the Wild but instead settled on the saccharine sweet, empty calorie option.  I bought Twilight.  I’m withholding the apology to myself pending further reading.  I have it on very good authority that it isn’t horrible.  It’s just Splenda.  Here’s to reading that doesn’t involve important life lessons.  I mean, it’s not like I’m going to meet an actual British vampire and discuss current events, life, and shoe sizes, now is it?  Dubious, at best.   

In other news: somewhere in this wide world, the shit has hit the fan.  It’s true.  Not meaning to burst bubbles or kick boxes of puppies…

God bless!

Currently spinning: Zoo Station - U2.  I’m also ready to take it to the street, Mr. Bono, and it is indeed alright.   

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