So Hamburger had his surgery last week (and since I know you’ve been wondering…there was no need to put any little cadaver cubes of bone into his arm after all) and I spent some quality time at the hospital (the surgery alone was almost 4 hours). The good news is the surgery went well and he already has more range of motion in his arm than he did before the surgery. AND, even better (I’m kidding…HB is (slightly) more important than my books)…this time, I got some reading done! Evidently, the surgeon is hot shit, because I got my own waiting room and a visit from “Distinguished Guest Services” to ask about my comfort. My own little personal waiting room had a door and a couch, so I cuddled up with my blanket (an important accessory when hanging out in hospitals) and proceeded to devour The Taker. (I’m an optimist…I figured HB was in good hands and there was no need to worry, so I concentrated on books instead.) There may or may not have been devouring of dark chocolate covered almonds, too (my stress manifests itself through cravings of sugar). And along with The Taker (which was good, by the way, good enough that I might just be able to get over the fact that there’s a sequel), I read The Island of Dr. Moreau and The Call of Cthulhu for Dueling Monsters (which means you have to wait for my opinions on those) and then I started Gone with the Wind (and someone please tell me if that with needs to be capitalized). It’s rough going. Almost a week later, I’m only on page 107. I’m not liking Scarlett much. Okay…at all. It all started on page 2 when she said she didn’t willingly open a book, and it’s been downhill ever since. Especially now that I’m at the part where she thinks she can flutter her eyelashes and Ashley will drop Melanie like a hot potato because Scarlett is so much cuter and she has the skinniest waist in three counties.
(After my rantish-rambling post last week, Andi commented that she thought I talked like this in real life, too. Only when I’m wound up and/or stressed out or forgotten why it is that I don’t drink caffeine. Really, I’m quite laid-back, I swear.)
In other news, Dueling Monsters starts in 9 days. Have you picked your monster yet? Not that I’m trying to influence you, but I just ordered this little cutie as a prize for one lucky reader of The Call of Cthulhu.
PS: I need someone to tell me what Fiddler on the Roof song I need to be rewriting for Jenners, because I can’t find the original comment or post and I know squat about Fiddlers and I’m all out of dark chocolate covered almonds and I leave for Boston in 2 1/2 weeks. Help!