This is the greatest thing I've ever seen. Today, at least. (Being one of those sarcastic bemused rather horrified hey-I-can-get-through-this-book-if-I-tread-carefully-and-maybe-my-self-worth-won't-go-directly-into-the-toilet readers of Stephenie Meyer, and also pretty much suicidal after reading synopses of the fourth in the series, I kind of have to post this.)
Choking on Stephenie Meyer's perverse fantasies. Doin' it for the lulz.
Also, Molly is sitting sleeping on my shoulder. It's kind of funny. This wouldn't work if I wasn't slouching against the couch back.