But now I know, while beauty lives/So long will live my power to grieve

So it's been a long time, but in my defense, my computer died. Plus my computer died. I threw my back out somehow, the "somehow" being the most important part of that statement, since I have no flaming idea why I woke up one morning unable to move due to back Pain. Yes, the capitalisation is intentional. This is major Pain, and therefore entitled to some small degree of honour. The back is still iffy (maybe hurray for physical therapy, maybe not--I'll let you know in 6 weeks).

Other than that, nothing much has changed. Well, except my meds. I'm still taking shovelfuls of pills, don't get me wrong, but the pills themselves have changed. Which is nice, I suppose, since they ("they" being the doctor(s) who prescribed the pills, not the pills themselves) are being consumed with the hope of keeping me alive. Thus far, success, although to be completely honest, the "success" has been marginal at best. So on to the one topic guaranteed to make me feel better: Books.

I'm (hopefully) going to Narnes and Boble tomorrow to blow my recently and (rather sadly, one would think) not ill-gained fortune in N&B gift cards. I prefer it this way, since I firmly believe book shopping should be a full sensory experience. Shopping online seems to carry with it a distinct lack of sensory input, and it's nowhere near as fulfilling. God, I'm rather obsessive, aren't I? Book shopping as fulfilling. But then again, this is me I'm talking about.

Oh, and I kinda sorta got a boyfriend. More on that later, if I'm nice.

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