It starts

I've got a goddamned wrist injury.

It's work related. I'm a baker; my job kicks my ass and beats the shit out of me daily. And apparently I come from a family with weak wrists. You'd think I'd know this, considering that music nearly gave me carpal tunnel back in the early '00s, and I had to give it up.

But because it's an injury and my career is at stake, so I'm not allowed to do anything I love: no drawing, no video games, no writing, no working on my forsaken comic (technically I'm not even allowed to type more than a few minutes every few hours, huzzah for 126 WPM)...I've read a giant stack of graphic novels in the 10 days since this has started. Watched a lot of cartoons. And read more graphic novels and watched more cartoons and quite frankly I'm running out of shit to do.

So last night I decided on a whim just to go through my bucket-book-list and see what the library has. Still haven't read The Hobbit...there's a movie coming out this December, right? Of course there fucking is, I'm ecstatic for it--because now I can actually get past Tolkien's horrible grammar and know the story! Anyways, with the movie so close, there's no way the library has any copies. It's not like the book's been out a million years or anything. Oh wait, it has, what's this?

I'm logged onto the library website by now, and right there, third entry down, was the same cover art and print run of the book that I checked out in 1994.

There are 8 available copies, and only 7 holds.

What the hell.
Sure.
Why not.

So I put in a request for the book, and now the book’s showing to be "in transit". I’ll have it tomorrow if I can get my ass out of bed early enough. Friday at the latest.

So, I guess starting tomorrow I’m reading The Hobbit.