You Can't Dial Down the Terror Alert....

I found the book I was looking for.

A large part of my Summer Reading List was A Dance to the Music of Time Vols 1-3 (still haven't picked up Vol 4 yet) but I soon realized that I couldn't find Vol 1.

Funny thing, memory. I could still SEE it in my mind, laying in my back seat but it wasn't there. I know I had started reading it and took it with me somewhere but as usual, I got distracted by newer books and never really got into Vol 1.
I searched all through my car with no luck but I was prompted to go out and wash it last night. GOD what a fucking mess that car was. Dog hair, straw wrappers, receipts and shopping bags all over the place. It looked like I had been living out of my car for about three years.

Anyway, the car was clean but I still didn't have Vol 1 of A Dance to the Music of Time.
Then I went through my apartment. Which in turn, prompted me to realize how fucking hideous things had gotten at home....books EVERYWHERE.
I had this extremely untidy stack of books in a basket next to my bed. There were books and DVDs sloppily stacked, precariously teetering on the edge, just waiting to cause a massive landslide of reading material and porn from Skippy.

I had a clean car now so I felt like I could do anything. I was going to fix this mess of books next to my bed.
When I picked up the basket, there it was: A Dance to the Music of Time Volume 1...right there, next to my bed...this WHOLE time.

So, screw the other books. I'm reading this one. I earned it.