What Zenkitty said. We will still probably have hundreds of books--but two hundred instead of four hundred.

JFC. Will it never stop?

Magic 8 Ball says, "Most likely". Really, I asked. [link]

My books are scattered, and in boxes in storage. I read on my Nook. And yet, I still buy books.

Ooof. My radio station just played a clip of "Good Morning" from Singing In the Rain followed by Paul Simon's "Mother and Child Reunion".

Ouch.

Ooof is right. I think it will be amazing if we don't all suffer from adrenal fatigue or complete depletion before the end of January.

Sorry, nothing is wrong with Carrie Fisher's dog. I was reading about how her daughter will take care of him and how she also has a Frenchie, and how he and Gary are best friends. And at this point, that's enough to make me cry.

I can't even with Debbie Reynolds. I feel like just hiding in a corner and begging 2016 not to take anyone else.

I'm rooting for Kirk Douglas to punch its lights out if it comes anywhere near him.

I have to admit I'm annoyed at the people who I've seen chirping on FB how 2016 was their best year EVER and they don't get all the people complaining about it. (Largely these are Tim's 20-something nieces and nephews, who bought their first houses this year and/or bought cars and/or got engaged.) I'm trying to be forebearing -- I do love all the niecephews, a lot -- but I'm pretty sure that even in my 20s* I realized that the good things that happen to me don't negate the bad things that happened to other people. Jesus.

I mean, some notably good things happened in my life this year and I *still* think it's a fucking dumpster fire of a year. The good doesn't negate the bad, and it's ridiculous to think that's so.

*(Though I do remember, in my 20s, feeling insulated from bad shit, like it wouldn't really affect me, so that may be happening with them. [I don't mean that ALL people in their 20s are like that; just that I was kind of unaware of stuff that I should have been more aware of, and that may be happening with the niecephews.])

Carrie and Debbie seem to be the last straw on my Coping Camel's back. Aside from celebrities, they are families, and this is an atom bomb in that family's midst. I'm not normally that upset by an older celeb's passing, they had good runs, but this is so clearly the result of the earlier shock that the tragedy is more acute.

There's only a couple of more days left in the year, it wouldn't be that bad if I self-medicated with carbs, would it?

There are worse things you could do.