I was so close to tears (They were sneaking out unbidden from the corners of my eyes) when conversation turned to trivialities (I never found Tara (Willow's girlfriend) attractive. Many people disagree violently with this assertion) and she drifted off to sleep, that I decided against driving home. So, I just read Bag of Bones. 4 or 5 hours. I suppose I should time the next one. Fun, bloody hilarious in places, but the formula and cliches are beginning to bug me more. Oh, and I read Lunatic Cafe last week. It was a fun little read, but the tricks the author has lowered herself to remind me of Tom Clancy's excesses. And she's going to run herself out of mythological creatures and preternatural species if she doesn't slow down a bit..
And so, I am torn between trying to take a nap before sunrise, or just going out to find breakfast. Either way, the dawn will break in a couple hours, and I will be here for another day.