my library days are all jacked up. i went on friday and again yesterday. i had too much stuff to return in one trip. i keep picking books up faster than i can put them down. i am sometimes afraid my shelf is going to fall over and crush me one day, what a way to go.
since books are out for the next hour or so, the bag is in. i am going to the garage to punch and kick my way out of the funk that is trying to creep up on me. somewhere in here there should be a joke about sharing a birthday with sylvester stallone and a tacky admission that one day i do want to run up the steps at the philly art museum (dog optional).