I’ve gone NUTS. Seriously, I have.
I’ve been having a bad couple of days, with some drama going on both at work and at home. (Don’t worry, I’m not about to lose my job, but some Bigwigs HAVE lost their jobs, hence everyone is walking on eggshells and waiting for more axes to fall as the next inevitable round of “restructuring” begins.) As a result, I’ve been much, much more snarly and cranky than usual.
Do I work my stress out by exercising? Meditating? Learning to let go of my anger? Or (most realistically) watching some old episodes of Sealab 2021 to cheer me up?
No. That’s what a sane person would’ve done, and do recollect, I have declared myself non compos mentis.
Instead, I went on Amazon, my pretties, and in a veritable spree of mouse-clicking, bought these books:
Till Next We Meet by Karen Ranney
It’s a Love Thang by Reon Laudat
Velvet Glove by Emma Holly
Menage by Emma Holly
Personal Assets by Emma Holly
Beyond Innocence by Emma Holly
Beyond Seduction by Emma Holly
Somebody Wonderful by Kate Rothwell
Somebody To Love by Kate Rothwell
With Every Breath by Maureen Smith
Buying books is a sickness with me. And the worst thing is, I don’t want to get help. I’m a biblioholic, happily drowning in a sea of paper and bad cover art.