I’m officially unemployed, which isn’t a big surprise… when your boss doesn’t talk to you for three weeks, it’s kinda a clue. But I’m still moping, and have been for a while. I feel silly about feeling so much “poor me” angst, especially when life could be so much worse, but I figure I’ll give myself another day or so to feel sorry for myself, then I’ll get on with what needs to be done.

As part of my moping, I’m making a pretty good dent in my to-be-read stack. Unfortunately not as big a dent as the stack of books beside my bed would attest to, because a fair number of my to-be-read stack was first books of various series. Unfortunately, all the first books have been really good, so I go out and buy the rest of the series and read it. Bad for my budget, but I’m feeling better than I was a few days ago, so I guess it’s worth it.

My reaction to one book was kind of funny. It’s a romance, and the hero was trying to get himself out of big-trouble with the heroine, so she walks in the door of her apartment and there’s flowers all over the place, including flower petals down the length of the hallway and into the bedroom and flower petals over the bed. The heroine thought it was wonderfully romantic… and all I could think of was “who’s going to clean up the blasted mess?” :-) And to think, I write romances… silly me… too practical to appreciate the gesture. :-)

Anyway, life remains interesting… and I just bought the last two books in another series so I’m going to go read them.