oh, the sharp coral bed of busy bookshilling has come out. basically i stood in one place for thirteen hours & made more than a thousand dollars for the store per hour. hip. hip. bozo. but then jenny taxied off the runway & came to the store to meet me! a few brewskis made the last part, less intolerable. what do you want from me! i can't really extend this story to make it interesting. eventually...we took a bus? to a train? & ate a burrito? & drank some white wine. & curled up in laps. & curled up in sheets. & then fell a-slumber. it is much nicer than other things, but it doesn't make for sure dramatic "cerebus is tearing down the jewels of pluto, set in the firmament of the earth!" sense.