Um, so I finished the main body of Neil Gaiman's Sandman series and I'm trying to tell myself to quit reading for at least a bit.

It's not working.  At all.

I just read The Maze Runner, which I hear is the first in a trilogy, this morning.

And guess what?  I'm now at Death: The High Cost of Living.

I wonder if Sandman counts as one book?

In my heart I am neighbors with Wanda, Hazel and Foxglove, who have conversations about Sherlock's bloodhounds and the basics of milking a soybean.

Yesterday I did not only get a portion of the promised sinigang, but also to meet a couple of love in megane's cousins who were vacationing from New York.  When we went out, I inadvertently ordered him ( Read more... )