Sadly, sadly i will never write anything as prettyprettyimportantintellectual as a Booker Prize winner, or as TOTALLY EXCELLENT about them as this. (thank you god of hte machine which you can find on my blogroll if you're interested, which you should be.) I am supposed to be working. Instead, I am looking sadly out the windows that do not open. The air conditioning is broken, rattling like death in an old lady's throat. I think tonight I will finally eat some of the frozen fish sticks my mother bought by accident at Costco. But I will never finish them. No single girl could possibly eat five pounds of frozen fish sticks by herself.