first of all, i'd like to thank my readers for the overwhelming response to my request for book recommendations. i must assume, given the skimpy (nonexistent?) outpouring of literary recommendations, that the only reading you do is my blog. and that, my friends, is a shame.
second of all, i will not rehash the "lost blog" because it is obviously lost for a reason. the reason being that god, or whatever higher power runs things these days, does not want you to know about my drinking history and my new year's sort-of-resolutions. if i've whetted your appetite and you wish to know more, too bad. lost is lost and besides, i asked for book titles and got nothing so a big fat raspberry to you.
am i mean? yeah. maybe a little bit. but not as bad as a franco nationalist. and i really mean it: go see pan's labyrinth, but i recommend only a light supper prior to watching. and bring a teddy bear. and do not go alone. human beings suck. but then, i already knew that...
other than that, mister monkey is sick. i start to feel all maternal whenever he gets sick and i make my killer tea. this is predominantly ginger based, with lots of cloves, cinnamon, honey and lemons thrown in for good measure, and it will sweat the fever right out of you. this time i also added home made raspberry preserves because apparently that's some good anti-sick shit too. if you're feeling under the weather, let me know and i'll come over and cook you some killer tea. (right after you recommend a good book.)