2008 Books: 5-6 and Then I Lose My Shit In A Not So Grand Way.

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5. Women Who Kill: Profiles of Female Serial Killers by Carol Anne Davis (288 pp)
This was a fascinating read, really. Female serial killers of all stripes are portrayed here, from Myra Hindley (one of the "Moors Murderers" along with Ian Brady) to Judith Neelley to Rose West. Davis does a good job of classifying the different types of killers (Black Widow, Team Killers, etc) and does not white-wash or try to defend these women. It's a scary read, but a good resource for understanding why certain women stray down that bloody dead end.

6. More Home Cooking: A Writer Returns to the Kitchen by Laurie Colwin (240 pp)
More Laurie Colwin essays on life and cooking. As with the first one, I could not put this second book I've read by her down. She has a way of writing about something as simple as lentil soup that makes me so happy. I want to get my own copies of this and her other book of essays so that I can make her biscuits and cakes and yes, lentil soup.

Total Pages Read: 1,651

In other news, Brian accused me yesterday morning of slamming doors. I wasn't, honestly, but then I had to show him what a slammed door really was. And so I slammed one. And it was a bad slam as the air or God or a sprite or some such silly thing slowed the door down just a smidge before it made contact with the frame. Dammit. I haven't slammed a door properly since I was 14, so I guess I'm just out of practice. Afer the Door Slamming Incident of '08, we had the Silent Car Ride to Work of '08.

It's just silly. I got overly defensive about something and it escalated. We rarely argue like that and then, we don't even do it properly. There's no yelling and I can't even slam a door satisfactorily.

And if you couldn't already tell from the above, I am Highly Hormonal lately. My period has disappeared and I'm going on cycle day 40. I'm having Good Times right now. My period needs to start already and then I can return to a normal emotional state of being. I mean, on Monday I cried at least three times while watching a TLC marathon of families with a dozen or more children. Those kinds of people frighten me, not move me, so why I cried..I do not know.

So anyway. I need to bleed. And yes, I peed on a stick last night. HAHAHAHA.

But San Jose is now just over two weeks away. I'm starting to feel slightly anxious about meeting all of those chicks. It's going to be like one giant blind date. In a good way, but still slightly nerve-wracking.

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