This is mostly just me on a tangent in the middle of talking about a book. Then I started bleeding.

I know, I know... It's the 11th and I still haven't finished "Hyperbole and a Half." It's not that it's a slow read or I don't like it or anything like that. The fact is that it's a really fast read. It's broken up into humorously illustrated essays, which makes it easy for me to just read one or two a day. This way I can prolong the enjoyment of the book as a whole. But hey, if I finish the book in the next three days, I'm still on track. Right? Right??

The past two weeks have been pretty rough for me. If I look back on the last two weeks, I can see clearly that I should by no means even be writing a blog post right now. I should be sleeping. But I'm not. Let's face it, I usually only sleep from 5 a.m. to noon. My schedule really sucks.

All in one day this week I dealt with a fire alarm at work and firemen that didn't even have the decency to be good looking. I'm serious, I wouldn't buy a calendar of them even if it was for charity. Well.... I probably would because in 6th grade my apartment burned down and I know how hard it is to get your life back together after that kind of ordeal. But the point stands. They were not hot. Later that night, I arrived home from work only to find that the latch on my door had somehow latched itself due to a Christmas light fiasco. So even though I had my keys I was still locked out. Did I mention this was the unbearably cold day/night that the American Media blew up into a big huge event? Because it was. It was super below freezing out, and I'm locked out of my apartment in the cold, sobbing. After calling the courtesy officer who called a dude with an electric bolt cutter, I make it inside my apartment and fall asleep at 5 a.m. At 6:30 a.m. the building's fire alarms went off and there was pounding on my door by even more firefighters. There was a fire on the third floor of my building and a water pipe burst. I know what your thinking... what temperature were THESE firemen? They were not hot either. Then I got sick. Thank you for letting me rant.

Anyway, Allie Brosh (author and main character of "Hyperbole and a Half") is an extremely talented person. Her purposefully crappy drawings just add to the humor of each essay. One thing I don't like is that I always read in front of other people, or at least in the same room as other people. So there I am just laughing hysterically at something and they ask me what is so funny, and I try to explain, but of course I don't do it justice, so then I have to hand over the book so they can read it for themselves. Dude, get your own. I'm on a tight reading schedule.

My cat just scratched my fingers so hard that I am now bleeding on the keyboard. I'm gonna have to stop now. I'm just rambling anyway.