she's wearing her Tuesday underpants on a Monday afternoon
I cannot stop listening to Metro Station. I've tried switching my iPod to other artists, but somehow I keep finding my way back to the same album. Over and over and over and over again. I like the way they draw out 'girl' into two syllables in "Tell Me What to Do". Even when I'm not listening to them they're in my head. This is more than slightly humiliating. I mean, come on. It's Miley Cyrus' older brother's band. I'm so ashamed.
I KNOW I HAVE A PROBLEM. I know, okay? I want to stop. I just...can't.
Oh well, at least they've got a pretty good beat so I can run to them. Speaking of which, I have finally hit the 50 pounds lost mark. Actually, 51 as of this morning. Crazy! It's really slow going, but at least it's going.
Still working on In Our Hearts We Were Giants (the dwarves in the Holocaust book). I'm more than halfway through now; almost to the point of the liberation, and I have to say it's been a lot less painful than I expected. I think because the authors have done such a great job of not sensationalizing the torture, and showing the incredible spirits of the Ovitz family throughout their time in Auschwitz.
Of course, I've reached the point where Dr. Mengele really starts to get sadistic, so I might take that last paragraph back in a couple days. But it's a very well-written, informative look at a part of the Holocaust that we don't tend to focus all that much on. I recommend it.
At work I've put the Voodoo book on hold so I could read The Suspicions Of Mr. Whicher, which is due on Wednesday and has a waiting list, so I can't renew it. It's a historical account of the murder of a child in Victorian society, and the story of how that particular crime gripped the country and gave rise to the detective novel. Some of it feels a little rambling and unnecessary, but for the most part it's been a very interesting read. If you're a fan of Wilkie Collins and Charles Dickens, or even Sherlock Holmes, I recommend it.
I do have holds on a couple fiction titles, but someone else has them checked out. Bastards.
And that's all I've been doing, aside from working out and watching my tomato plants grow. True story.
I KNOW I HAVE A PROBLEM. I know, okay? I want to stop. I just...can't.
Oh well, at least they've got a pretty good beat so I can run to them. Speaking of which, I have finally hit the 50 pounds lost mark. Actually, 51 as of this morning. Crazy! It's really slow going, but at least it's going.
Still working on In Our Hearts We Were Giants (the dwarves in the Holocaust book). I'm more than halfway through now; almost to the point of the liberation, and I have to say it's been a lot less painful than I expected. I think because the authors have done such a great job of not sensationalizing the torture, and showing the incredible spirits of the Ovitz family throughout their time in Auschwitz.
Of course, I've reached the point where Dr. Mengele really starts to get sadistic, so I might take that last paragraph back in a couple days. But it's a very well-written, informative look at a part of the Holocaust that we don't tend to focus all that much on. I recommend it.
At work I've put the Voodoo book on hold so I could read The Suspicions Of Mr. Whicher, which is due on Wednesday and has a waiting list, so I can't renew it. It's a historical account of the murder of a child in Victorian society, and the story of how that particular crime gripped the country and gave rise to the detective novel. Some of it feels a little rambling and unnecessary, but for the most part it's been a very interesting read. If you're a fan of Wilkie Collins and Charles Dickens, or even Sherlock Holmes, I recommend it.
I do have holds on a couple fiction titles, but someone else has them checked out. Bastards.
And that's all I've been doing, aside from working out and watching my tomato plants grow. True story.