"And I thought, really, what is the point of being alive?"

   Miranda has saved my day. Never mind that I'm watching it sort of out of order. Or that I cut up my legs today and realized how badly indeed I skinned my leg last weekend.
   It's so bloody hot outside. People almost bought from me today. Almost.
   I made a brilliant dinner tonight and didn't panic about timing. And it was DELICIOUS. 
   But really, the most important question is: What is the point of reading another 500 pages that don't have Jerricho Barrons on them?