Just got an email that one batch of yarn is now in Texas while another is in Kentucky, which means that I'll be getting both sometime next week. I also just bought way too many books with my extra paycheck, so I really shouldn't vent about work, seeing as it's paying for my bibliophile ways. Amongst my purchases, I got The Breadmaker's Apprentice, which is one that I've been eyeballing for months. I'm going to be using my co-workers as guinea pigs; I'm determined to get the hang of making bread from scratch besides the one go-to cold-proofing recipe I know.
But really, I'm not allowed to go onto Amazon without adult supervision. I turn into Jared:
http://thepunchlineismachismo.com/archives/917 Now if only I had a Commander Badass to tell me "Do you really need this book when you have tons that you haven't even read yet?"