Day in the Life of an Idiot

Romancing the Dead keeps kicking my butt.  I whined about it over at wyrdsmiths again.

In fish news, I'm getting anxious to move Joe and Fergus over to their new tank.  Bob seems (knocking on wood) to actually be thriving.  We're waiting for the features Shawn to arrive and then I think once they're in place, we'll do the big switch-a-roo.  I got the old "hospital" tank up and running again.  It's empty still, and will be for some time, but I kind of like the gurgles and burbbles of the water feature.

My folks made Shawn and me a new bookshelf for the bathroom at my request.  Books had been piling up in there, and there's a lot of funky space in our bathroom (It's kind of octagonal) that doesn't get used.  So they made a custom tall, skinny bookshelf that fits nicely right next to the "throne."  Shawn and I decided that the best bathroom books would be those cheesy classics, like VILLIAGE IN THE TREETOPS and JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH.  At an estate sale, we found a whole bunch of skinny pocket books like the kind we were looking for, some vintage Raymond Chandler and James Bond books.  I also picked up the John Carter of Mars (Burroughs) from Uncle Hugo's on Saturday because I had such a nostagla rush looking at them. I'd read all 150 or whatever of them when I was in high school.  Just seeing the old covers made me remember where I was when I was reading them.  Anyway, I picked up THE LAND THAT TIME FORGOT the other day and started reading it.  I don't really have time for reading, what with the book that ate my brain, but I pick it up every time I'm in the potty and I've gotten pretty far.  Not the book I was expecting.  I'm half way through it and we're still on the submarine and there's no sign of dinosaurs.  

Hurmph.

I'll write a book report on it when I finish it.