Bored!
Yes, I'm bored. I've been sitting here, looking up information on Capgras Syndrome, Charles-Bonnet Syndrome, and Asperger's Syndrome. That's what I do for entertainment these days. *Sigh* I'd go to the library, but it's already almost three, and by the time I got dressed, it would be almost closed. At least I finally finished Because they Wanted To, an anthology by Mary Gaitskill, and am three-quarters of the way through Edward Lee's Messenger. After that, I'll probably get back to Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife by Mary Roach, and borrow Thomas Ligotti's The Nightmare Factory from Donnie. I'm kind of afraid to touch Donnie's books, because they're all so neat and pristine. He's much more organized than I am. He actually has separate drawers for socks, underwear, and T-shirts. I said, "That's weird," and he said, "That's why I don't lose things." The other night, when I dropped a few grains of Quik on the bar in the kitchen, he went running for a paper towel, and said, "You make a mess wherever you go." At least he'll always know where I've been, because I'll leave a trail behind me.