To be fair, I don’t have the tubez at my apartment because, for some reason, the National Park Service doesn’t think it’s live-in employees would need something as new age as the internet. What’s a girl to do in retaliation? Release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouth and when they bark they shoot bees at you?
No, instead I’ll sit here in my car, parked outside my office in my pajamas eating goldfish crackers and pretend like this is a totally normal way to get online.
Anyway, I’m back, I’m queer, and I don’t want any more bears. Well, I’m back anyway. And I’m resuming the fervor with which I conceived this whole challenge in the first place; I may have fallen off the wagon temporarily, but hey, I’m only human (inasmuch as a soulless body can be considered a human).
To recap, here are the books I read for February’s challenge:
- In a Sunburned Country (kind of)
- Catching Fire
- Babbitt
And here’s the skill I’ll be learning for March:
Official rules to follow, probably (hopefully) (maybe) sometime this weekend.