As advertised, I ended up buying my very own copy of The Da Vinci Code. I am already over halfway done -- I was worried that I was going to be juggling three books on Saturday (I am re-reading Neal Stephenson's "Snow Crash," and of course this Friday at midnight is the release of "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix," or "HP5" as we like to call it), but I have a feeling that Da Vinci is going to be over and done with by, oh, say, tonight. I'm devouring this book, people, in great big vicious gulps. Sure, it seems more than a little episodic (Here is a clue. Here they solve the clue. Here is another clue. Here they solve it again.), but I am finding it more than intrigue-y enough to satisfy my basic, primal need to be a secret agent.
Also, for some reason I have found it intensely difficult to type the word "Vinci." In the, say, FIFTY times I have typed it in the past 24 hours, I have entered the word correctly on the first try a total of ZERO times. "Vinco." "Vini." "Vicni." "Ninco." "Vinco, Vinco, Vinco." It is shameful, I tell you. Shameful.
And now for my favorite quote of yesterday, taken completely out of context: "I'm a little sore. I think I was a little too...ferocious with myself earlier."