Books

I'm reading an hysterical book called "Good in Bed" by Jennifer Weiner and it should see me through the Thanksgiving holiday. Ike Reilley (sp?) is tonight at First Ave, but I don't think we'll be making it to the show. Tomorrow involves a lot of sleeping, yoga and tea followed by some serious attempts to name my frickin' songs. Writing...no problem, labeling...ugh...huge difficulty. I'll simply have to trudge on.