So hands-down the weirdest thing about being in my entirely new place is that old jokes work again. I am surprising. That feels all right. They'll get used to me soon enough, I'm sure.
I am reading Girl Factory now, because I only read things that the VL vixens tell me to read. Physically I love its jagged edges, its odd size. Textually, I love the main character. I keep wishing he could be transplanted into Samedi the Deafness. He would eff ish up.
I don't swear anymore.
Until I see all of you again. This very weekend. Hmmm...should we invite The Ball to our next meeting? Also, do you think that he'll be offended by my calling him The Ball, because after Kathy gently stalks him down, I plan to do this to his face.
I'll also make a special balled-up fist hand signal for him. I will say things like, "Maybe I shouldn't say this in front of...[hand signal]...but how much frustration can one reader take?"
Oh, poor The Ball. I actually liked Samedi. I almost bought it twice before I finally bought it for this purpose. I wish I had bought it instead of the other two books I bought. I am not telling you what those other two books are because I am extremely nice. I am just cranky because I have to drive four hours tomorrow.