There comes a point in every man's life, where he has to approach those pearly gates in Heaven, go up to the big guy and with as much sincerity as he can muster ask, "Why God why... do we have 67 copies of the Da Vinci Code?"

So the store is in a trifle bit of a mess atm. Not having an Assistant Store Manager, a million and one books to be received, stickered and put away, plus the chore of serving customers, is driving my manager a bit nuts. She meows at the moon now. Really, I'm worried.

Had a saddish (not to be confused with a soggy radish), weekend, with the sending off of dearest Lib. Sigh, all those tears started before she even checked in, let's not talk about the actual goodbye. Let it be said that PEP did not cry, though the heart was very heavy when the goodbyes came.

At night, went to watch Xmen 3. Was disappointed, my review is on kampnok, and it summaries all the gripes I have with it. Company was good though, and that pretty much is all that matters.

Monday, enticed Neth to buy stuff, as well as introed him to good ole David Gemmell. Yes, do read him. He is the good. you will be hooked. So hooked. Like druggie on a fire escape.

Damn u neth and ur bloody Gibson!!!!