If anyone's ordering from Lands' End, I usually have a free shipping code.

I think they're having free shipping right now, although it's only for a few days, IIRC. (I'm envious of your free shipping code!)

t edit No, that might just be a special deal they e-mailed me.

If you're on their mailing list, they generally have free shipping offers that they pass out like candy.

Damn pimps. That's how they got me. I mean, I did need a new swimsuit, and the sale is a good sale, but the words "free shipping" always get me.

I am a genius! I figured out how to download free .txt files of books and convert them to a format that I can read on the eBook reader on my iPod, and then transfer them to my iPod! (OK, maybe not genius. But person who can figure out confusing and contradictory instructions, anyway.) It's not perfect -- the original book had the title at the top of each page, and that got preserved through all the conversions, even though the pagination is different, so I end up with the book title showing up every few iPod pages in the middle of the page, but that's dealable.

Technology is neat.

OK, and now back to reading silly books when I should be sleeping.

I'm moody and I'm not sure why, exactly. Huh.

Technology is neat.

That's not just technology, that's textology.

I'm lying in my bed, reading on my iPod a book that actually lives in a library on the other side of the country! (I tried to find it around here first, but the only library in the DC area that has it is Catholic University, and it's in a non-circulating collection, because it's old, and I'm not quite interested enough to go all the way over there to sit in their library and read it. But reading this version, which has gone through at least three electronic formats to end up in my apartment? Neat.)

Still love the look and feel of actual paper books. But when they can't be found, this is an awesome alternative.

Somewhere I saw a video of some guys who set a Tickle Me Elmo on fire while it was laughing. Funny and cathartic.

I'm the only one who's disturbed about it?

Then again, in my boarding school, my roommate who had teddy bears got used to get back to our room once in a while and find one of them hanged from the lamp (as if it committed suicide), with a note on it says "I didn't tell a thing" (literally, "I didn't betrayed [the country]"). Funny.

I'm moody and I'm not sure why, exactly. Huh.

Sorry to hear. That was my yesterday evening, and I hope today will be better, for the both of us.

I know I sound like a broken record, but I am just so fucking sick of having insomnia.

(((Barb)))