I'm like the television stereotype of a woman who, when they're feeling a bit down, go out and buy lots of shoes except that I, not being a stereotypical television woman but, in fact, a stereotypical real life guy, go out and buy books. To that end, during lunch today I spent some money that I don't really have at Barnes & Noble. I came back to work the proud owner of the new translation of Proust's Swann's Way and a nice copy of Anthony Powell's The Fisher King.

Ahh, there. I feel better already.