Thursday Night Your Stockings Needed Mending

I now am the proud borrower of the Delaware County District Library's only copy of David Eggers A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius! Hurray. I have heard the name whispering around places for quite some time now, but never actually found out what it was or whether it was crappy YA whateverness, etc. But now I have found out it is a mostly-nonfiction autobiography of the guy's life, which may sound boring to you. It did to me, too. Here is what sold me, though: I flipped through several blank pages at the beginning of the book, and the first page with any type on it said this:

THIS WASUNCALLED FOR.

Fantastic, no?

Well during a trip to the library this afternoon I decided to pick it up, because the title had been running incessantly through my brain all day. "A heartbreaking work of staggering genius, a heartbreaking work of staggering genius," and so on and so forth. Brought to you by My Brain, streamlined alongside today's special: the first and my favorite raunchy line in Live With Me, "My best friend, he shoots water rats and feeds 'em to his geese. Don't you think there's a place for you in-between the sheets?" Which was also being run alongside images of lips and me crying in a park and the great song Whiskey Man.

What a day.

I also picked up Naked Lunch, which might sound exceedlying raunchy in itself, but was recommended to me (not personally) by Ray Manzarek himself, so I figured I could forego my inhibitions and give it a read, because if anyone knows a good, solid book to be reading, it's Raymond Daniel Manzarek, Jr.

I'm thinking of calling Bethany when she gets off work and seeing if she wants to go get ice cream and walk downtown or something. It's a good day to be outside, the weather is autumn-perfect. And besides, I still need to find someone to kiss.

P.S. Why am I the only one around here who updates anymore?