Gavroche was my favorite

After three long months of reading I finally finished Les Miserables today. There was a mixture of relief and sadness as the final page was turned, but for the most part I'm just ready to read something else. My desire to read Hugo's other classic, Notre Dame, has most emphatically been ripped apart. The stories within Les Miserables were wonderful, but too much of the book was filled with stories and details that didn't further the plot. Do I really want to read sixty pages on the history of a Convent [which too little of the story is based around anyway]? Not really, but thanks for the info. Anyway, World War Z is next, I can only imagine that it will be more fun to read than Les Miserables.

The other exciting news of the day was a package that I received in the mail today. I wasn't expecting anything, but the moment I saw who it was from I knew what it was. My friend Karla is hunting down Osama in Afghanistan [actually she's a noncombatant] and I've been teasing her about getting an Afghani Afghan [blanket] for quite a while. And yes, she sent me a blanket, as well as two pillowcases. How cool is that? Pretty damn cool. Well done Karla, well done.

One more item: happy [early] golden birthday to Mr. Saldanahaha, you had me at "hi, my name is Chris." And now to enter a short stage of hibernation, to prepare for another supposed "winter blast." you have my love