I just finished reading the graphic novel version of Neil Gaimon’s Neverwhere. Surprisingly, I really liked it. Meaning, I wanted to get back to it when I had to do more important things–things that allow me to have an apartment and a car. Usually graphic novels frustrate me because I feel like I should be able to move through them more quickly. After all, they are just pictures, right? Of course, I say that with sarcasm, but to those who can read graphic novels effectively–I give you five gold stars. To those who can write them? Feel free to come on over for dinner, on me.

In other news, I mopped my kitchen floor. Onto the bathroom…