ello everybody...

(oh look i alliterated...
oh well i admit i am a little dotty today...)

thank yous to everyone who gave me a present, called, messaged, or remembered my birthday...
thank you!
haha...

anyways...

bought myself a copy of The Hunchback of Notre-Dame (no not Mr. Affable Technicolor "it's what's inside that matters" Cartoon Hulk but the one-and-a-quarter inch Complete and Unabridged kind [and yes the italicization just reeks of upper-class British snottiness doesn't it...? oh well it is, after all, Wordsworth Classics...])

(meanwhile, in the distance,)
QUEEN E. : I find that hardly appropriate! Off with your head!

ME: heh... sorry Queenie dahling... didn't mean to offend-

(and even more distant,)
BLAIR, T. : Shut up! Off indeed! You and that terrorist whatshisname! Whatever Bush says!

(and finally, in a squeaky, mid-adolescent voice,)
H. POTTER. : AVADA KEDAVRA!

All characters referred to in the preceding lines are completely fictional, and any resemblance to anyone living or dead (or copyrighted for that matter), is completely unintended.

legal matters aside...
i got myself a copy of The Hunchback of Notre-Dame from a nice, musty, used book store...

no the books are second-hand, not the store...
well actually...
hmm...

irrelevant matters aside...
i got myself a copy of The Hunchback of Notre-Dame from a nice, musty, used book store...

yes it was really nice and really musty... not in a not-so-nice kinda way... but in a nice kinda way...

duh...

no that's not upper-class British snottiness... that's just for emphasis...
upper-class British would never utter the word anyway...
(yes that... is upper-class British snottiness...)

as i was saying...

i got myself a copy of The Hunchback of Notre-Dame from a nice, musty, used book store...
yes it was really nice and really musty...

what...?

i did tell you i was feeling dotty today...
people never listen... or read in this case... they just gloss over everything...
goodness...

that's why i have to keep repeating myself...

so it was really nice and really musty... kinda reminded me of an old bookstore... something like the one in Diagon Alley...

you'd half-expect an elf to come trodding out from beneath the shelves sweeping up cobwebs...

how very idyllic...

and thus i expect that my nights from now on will be burnt curled up on my bed reading all about a deformed monster and his angelic devotion to a gypsy and the angelic minister with his demonic obsession with the gypsy and the gypsy in love with the captain whose name sounds like a girl's...

Phoebus...

wokay...