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Sitting in the office drinking cold coffee, watching the ground snow turn gray from white in the fading daylight, thinking that I want my King and eat it too. (whatthehellsthatsupposedtomean?)
Well you see, I've been ignoring my Stephen King Christmas present stacked there on the floor, but I can't ignore it for much longer, what with the way it's been barking up my leg begging me to crack its spine and devour. But once I do, I consider the book done, it's ate, it's no more--so if I ignore it for a long time, I can keep on "having" it.
Today's trip to the bookstore was an unnecessary distraction, but dad's gift card has been barking up my other leg begging me to buy up the shelves, which I did not do because the shelves were fairly vacant; however, I did bring home Literary Theory (trying to grok this writing thing), The Selected Poetry of Rilke, another issue of Glimmer Train, Writer's Digest competition issue (who do i think i am?), and the Stephen King Illustrated Companion that I've been drooling over for a very long time.
Great--another book to lay next to its virgin sister until I'm ready to consume its black and silver Kingness.