New Excuse for a Book

Oh gosh, where do I start? I initially didn’t even want to read this book. It took a lot of convincing from my annoying shrew of an editor for me to even pick up the damn thing. After seven hours I’ll never get back, and consuming so much coffee that I’m still running in circles around the ceiling at a high rate of speed, I’m at a loss as to what to say about this book. I am utterly confused (is that supposed to be the whole point? Hmm).

The author claims to have a doctorate in psychology, like I claim to be a ten foot tall space man. Uh huh. Is it possible that this is just a ploy to get new patients? There’s nothing left for me to say but “fodhb vnjrijjno ibsnot kjegg!”

Don’t say I didn’t warn you…

Update: the pages from this book are perfect for lining my bird cage. My budgies love using them for target practice…