I am not in a good mood. I've forgone sleep, stayed home all damned day, kept checking my UPS tracking number that kept saying my book was "In Transit to Final Destination" and where has my book been probably all day? In my mailbox. See, I hardly ever get the mail unless I'm expecting something important. Marcus usually picks up the mail, so I don't bother. Marcus is in Winter Park today, though. It wasn't until I was reading articles about other possible delivery problems through Google News that I came across this Bloomberg.com article that said UPS was delivering the books to the USPS. So, I check my mailbox and there it is. I. Am. So. Pissed. Shouldn't I have been notified by somebody that this was going to be the case? Either by Amazon or by UPS? Amazon is going to get a pissy email from me about this. All I was given by Amazon was a UPS tracking number and UPS still doesn't even list the thing as having been delivered. What a crock. I could be halfway done with the thing by now.
I did go out and get myself one of those Green Tea Frappacinos from Starbucks. Not as good as the strawberry or mocha ones, but it's tasty.
OK, off to read me some Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Don't expect to hear from me until I'm done.
I did go out and get myself one of those Green Tea Frappacinos from Starbucks. Not as good as the strawberry or mocha ones, but it's tasty.
OK, off to read me some Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Don't expect to hear from me until I'm done.
Name: LaDonna
