I have found a good book to read. One I actually enjoy and am getting lost in, and fantasizing about. A book that I take with me everywhere, even if I am just going downstairs to eat or to the bathroom. The kind of book that when it ends I will feel bone crushingly sad and empty. Well, maybe. That has only happened in a select few books I have read, each of which I am exceedingly emotionally attached to.
Well The Scorpio Races are awaiting me, good night.