I had a friend visit this week and we’ve always, always, always had reading in common despite her sweet tooth and my affection for the savory things. We’re so incredibly different but we spent more than one evening of her visit reading aloud from books and talking about what we both really need to read next.

Clearly, half of that was spent laughing over Hyperbole and a Half and I’ve never thought cake could be so funny. 

Anyway, now she’s back in California and I was getting a bit annoyed with some dramatic situations trying to creep into my life. I put my foot down, concentrated on all the positive energy happening in my world right now, and turned back to Brosh’s pages full of ridiculous stories. 

ALL IN ALL…

… BOOKS.

The end.