Oh, woe is me. I need a new watch. I love my old watch, but the Indiglo has died and the band is all gross and broken and it's held together by a rubber band. But see, holding things together with rubber bands is very me. When I still had ye olde Chevy Lumina (so sexy), the turn signal broke and for eight months I just manually flicked it on and off when I wanted to make a turn. My work computer monitor is propped up on the Tampa, Florida yellow pages. When shoestrings break, I tie them back together. I have repaired glasses with Band Aids and paper clips.
Now, all this is not to say that I'm particularly cheap. In fact, I tend to spend way too much money. Well, not WAY too much money, or I'd still have the dreaded credit card debt, but I'm always blowing my budget a bit.
Neither does it cast me as a sort of office supply-savvy MacGyver. (Thank goodness my mother shops for Christmas stocking stuffers at Staples every year. You can never have too many AA batteries or push pins. Oh wait, yes you can.)
No, my rubber band reliance is born out of sheer laziness, like so many of my other fanciful quirks, such as not actually doing anything important with my life.
Bookwise, I have moved on to the third book in Jasper Fforde's Thursday Next series: The Well of Lost Plots. So far, this one isn't quite as thrilling as the others, but it's rather more dark and foreboding. It's also more fantastical. I believe there's a secret page on Fforde's site you can access by entering information from the book, but I haven't tried it yet. It's that kind of thing that makes Fforde a genius, though. And a funny, seemingly down-to-earth, well-read, sarcastic genius at that.
I think I'd like to take up horseback riding.
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