Njoobie time again

So after skimming various friends pages and amusing myself trying to figure out who was who through stalkerish guessing I reach the next horrible phase of evolution.. devolution?

Must master new toy, can feel learning curve stretching out into funny shape (no no it's supposed to go UP).. I wonder if you can integrate the curve to find the ideal time to stop absorbing knowledge and move on the next field of interest.

In the meantime:

training = fabulous
knee = dodgy
woofer = needs new squeaky toy
books = not run out yet
satanic duck = not sticky enough
SUMLife = good

Lunch time shopping

Crap.

How often am I gong to have to walk into a cheap shop before I find the squeaky toy of my dreams? You'd think people would be dying to dispose of squeaky fish and hedgehogs and apparently they are, have and did. I shall have to ration the woofer's squeaking time - this is not going to enhance human-canine relationships.

On a more positive note, after having Erica cruise my bookshelves, order me to acquire The Ambassador by Morris West and suddenly realising I've lost my copy of The Shoes of the Fisherman they had a copy waiting for me at Elizabeth's. Phew. Was just about to hit that terrible book deprivation state where you -know- you'll wake up needing to read that -one- missing book at 3am.

Was it eaten by the woofer in a literary frenzy?

Am already trying to replace Who Dies by Stephen Levine after the last evil midnight snack.