I am greatly disturbed by the extraordinarily fabulous mood that's fastened itself to me all week. It really feels like my head just *might* pop off today from all the good-moodiness going on up in this beyotch. In fact, not even gmail being on the fritz is getting to me today. Nooooosiree.
Next up, a very, very selfish weekend all to myself. There will be no thousand-mile driving trips, no drink-until-I-drop-athon's... just me and some good books. And the air conditioning of course. Seriously, how long can this hundred gajillion weather keep up I ask of you?
Not that I care of course. Tra la la... I feel like I just had the biggest dose of Felix Felicus everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
[Ummm, yeah. For those of you who DIDN'T read the latest and greatest installment of the Harry Potter series wouldn't know what I'm referring to. Or that fact that a huge, WHAT THE FUCK?! escaped my lips as I finished it. Ms. Rowling has some serious, serious explaining to do in her last book. I don't know how she'll be able to wrap all of *it* up in under a thousand pages. Not that I care this week... tra la la.]
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Felix Felicus? Felix the cat? Wasn't he a 1920's cartoon character?
Since you've finished the latest Potter, may I suggest you FINALLY read David Foster Wallce's short story Good Old Neon so I can get that book back? Or my copy of Microserfs?
Someone's a book klepto....
Klepto? I don't get it :(....
Just so long as you stay in that good mood all the way through, we have nothing to fear, other than literary assasinations of characters and authors gallor?
Kleptomaniac, or klepto for short, is a term for someone who has a compulsion to steal things. Like me when I'm drunk. ;-)
Although you didn't really steal the books, you just haven't read and returned them.