Tonight we had a big event at our little independent bookstore. The book was Where You Left Me by Jennifer Gardner Trulson, whose husband died in the Twin Towers on 9/11. In other words, it's one of those my-tragedy-is-greater-than-your-tragedy kind of books. It was a great turnout, filled with people who obviously have not been effected by the current downturn in the economy. They all had their plastic faces on and their size 2 dresses. It's crowds like tonight's that reaffirms my misanthropy.
On the plus side: tomorrow is both Friday and payday. I'll head into work for 9am, which will get me out by 5:30. Then it's Friday evening at home with the family. My son goes home on Saturday this week, so I'll be missing his joyful visage a day earlier than usual.