And no, it's not Repetitive Stress.

You see, I'm an Amazon junkie. It's fast (I can spend fifty bucks in five minutes), it's "cheap" (as in, "8,750 used and new starting from $0.01!") and I don't have to deal with strange people all up in my personal space. And I LOVE getting mail.

Most of my deliveries, as long as they're smallish, are sent to my office. My rental office has a bad habit of keeping my packages from me for weeks with nary a "hey, you got something here" even though they are TWO FEET AWAY FROM MY UNIT. I mean, would it KILL them to slap a post-it on my door? *clears throat*

Our office mail comes in a shallow drawer that's oddly wedged between the outgoing mail drop. Today I opened the drawer and right on top was a package with my name on it and an bookseller's return address. Oh! Rapture! Without thinking, as my reptile brain took over and need surpassed logic, I thrust my hand into the drawer like a cottonmouth.

SCRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE. Across the top of the (grungy) metal drawer. The cottonmouth (aka my middle finger) now has a painful, stinging bruise/gash on it =(

But! It's totally worth it, for not only do I have a lovely copy of "Knitting Without Tears" by Elizabeth Zimmermann, the first of my large order of Dollanganger books has arrived!

What's Dollanganger? Well, if you were ever a 13-year old girl, you would know! Dollanganger is the name of the family from "Flowers in the Attic." I loved this trash. Squee! Too bad it's the fourth book, I still have to wait for the others to arrive before I begin my shocking display of brain candy gluttony.

"Eat the cookie, mother!"