Cereal

So I read Lisa Scottoline's Daddy's Girl last night. Blech. Very disappointing. There was one line that made me chuckle last night (reading a book in less than three hours can make you a little punchy): "She'd been aiming for boho art major, but was settling for nearsighted coke whore." This morning though, eh. Who hasn't had that happen while getting ready on a Saturday night?