Things we do, when we're trying not to work

[desperance]

Because I have to take a couple of boxes of books with me to the gig tonight, just in case someone might actually want to buy one, therefore I unpacked the books from the box with all the puffed-corn packing in, and took all that cornpuff out to the compost bin. And stood there with a watering-can, solemnly watering, just to watch it froth and disintegrate. Good grief.

Of course, I discovered in the process that Barry has indeed scratched up a couple of these books past sellability, curse the claw-footed little monster that he is.