"You'll Stay For-Ever Young..."

Diet? What diet?

Oh, dear God, I can leave the house again. *melts into a puddle* I can eat at restaurants! I can have Easter! I can have muffins, and, and, and pizza even, and---

Gahhhhh. I'm fwee! I'm fwee!

...I'm also starving. I forgot to eat lunch. ^_^ Heh, heh.

*scampers off to the kitchen for shrimp salad*

"Don't Hold Your Breath Longer Than an Hour..."

O_o Agga.

There is no God. I have just seen the 937 NON section of the adult bookshelves. The Civil War section. Oh, my heavens. We need a miracle. O_O

Perhaps someday if I find myself with about eight hours to spare I'll go and sort it. At the moment, it rather resembles itself after being hit by a tornado, ravaged by heedless kiddies, and then put back together again by panic-stricken persons operating under the influence of heavy drugs and/or substantial absinthe imbibement.

I feel rather ill. Twelve whole shelves of this mess.

Buh. I pity the innocent patron trying to find something back there.