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Day 10058: Hidden Gems...

I have done nothing for the past few weeks except read. Actually, let me clarify this. I have done nothing on the subway for the past few weeks except read. It's the perfect place - there is nothing else to do, no distractions, everyone else around you is doing it, and a book makes for a good instrument to slap someone across the face should they "accidentally" get a little too handsy.

After raiding the storage locker for Sista's supply of books (mine are as usual, typically, unsubway worthy of course), I've been on a somewhat inspirational kick. Books written with the purpose of inspiring me to reach my full potential, telling me to dare to dream, and to be who I want to be, or how to be rich beyond my deepest desires. Books that tell me what to aim for, who to know, and how to sell my soul to the devil. Books, that when you dig a little deeper are full of the same message over, and over and sometimes can be a little full of crap as well. Books by authors that you have never heard of, but their one paragraph blurb sounds interesting and the picture looks rich/successful/stupendously wonderful...

They sell, and people buy them over and over - just with a different cover, and maybe a slightly different name. People hoping that maybe this will be the hidden gem amongst the box of fakes - that this will be the book that touches their life and changes their soul and be that one catalyst that inspires them to be someone else.

But, they're great fun! Fun to read, fun to laugh at and BONUS... they make you look smart and insightful to a car full of people who don't really care. So forget who sold what Ferrari, or who talked to who on what day - live life to the fullest and do your damnest to make sure that you don't die with regrets. No should'ves, would'ves, could'ves... just do it...

Now, it's on to chick-lit - drama queens and shopaholics - more "true" stories of... and other literary crap... it's fun, funny, uplifting and inspirational... what more could a girl possibly want.

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Spent the evening in the Ham last night pulling off wallpaper and plier-ing staples and nails out of the floor. Life does not get better than that! Fail to understand, though, why it took only 45 minutes to get there with rush hour traffic, but over hour to get home in the middle of the night... damn 401 construction traffic... 'course it didn't help either that I got off at Dixie and drove around in circles for a while...