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Well, I feel like an idiot. I left the book I was reading on the bus this afternoon. The only consolation is that it wasn't very good and I was planning to give it away as soon as I was done with it. It was sort of a post-apocalyptic episode of Seinfeld - everyone mutated due to radiation exposure and then nothing else happened. Even so, I was near the end and I wanted to see if the author was going to pull some amazing ending out of his ass. Oh well, I guess it just wasn't meant to be.

It's okay though because I get to go buy the third Quantum Gravity book tomorrow. (And it better be in stock or else heads will roll.)

PS - I just wrote a poem about my childhood crush on Christian Slater, and you know what it turned into? You guessed it, a poem about SEX!