Another Few Years, and I'll Be in Bed by Dusk

Another thousand down.

I bought some chile con queso Pringles at Walmart yesterday, and they are so good, but my stomach hates them, hates them, Precious. It hasn't recovered entirely, but I'm still going to finish the can.

I've started Skeletons of the Zahara, a gift from caecus_parvulus. So far, it's a strange jumble of fictional narrative and historical infodump, and the most likeable character has been the poor, runty pig that faithfully followed the doomed crew everywhere until they slaughtered it for blood and food. I know they had no choice, and I'd be gobbling the stringy meat with the rest of them, but I felt terrible for the scrappy pig who wouldn't leave them.