I wrapped a few Christmas gifts earlier, mostly books I bought for some young nephews et al. I bought a copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide, a Visual dictionary of architecture (which I already have, it's snazzy), A Wrinkle in Time, and one of my old favs, Where The Wild Things Are. I have a Wild Things teeshirt somewhere, which I picked up the same day on a different whim altogether. I liked that book as a little kid. I had to read it again before wrapping it up. It's funny that I buy books for myself all the time but I never finish them. I read part of them and get distracted or bored or whatnot and feel impelled towards another one. I'm going to be an old man one day in a room full of books I won't know the endings to. Who's good with metaphors?
I'm going to see GWAR, hopefully, next tuesday. I'm looking forward to it, especially because I missed their last show (and the money I spent on the ticket).