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Missed the 6:50 train; the 7:19 was cancelled; the 7:35 was beyond standing room only. It was become-intimately-acquainted-with-strangers crowded.

I miss the Biochemist. It's weird, since we haven't lived in the same place for nearly half our lives, and I have other friends...but they aren't the same. We grew up fighting horribly but still close enough to be able to finish each others' sentences. I understand why she lives where she does (two body problem) but I still wish I saw her more. Email and phone calls aren't the same.

Went to Borders yesterday with a giftcard burning a hole in my pocket. Yet I left with no books, purchasing only a gift. I picked up the next Lara Adrian book, the new Nora Roberts, Linnea Sinclair's Down Home Zombie Blues, and several other books, only to decide that I didn't need them. Am I ill?

ETA: I just checked my tags. It has been two months since I posted anything like a book review. I've been reading, just not attempting to gather and share my thoughts about what I've read. My goal is to post at least one review per week now.