First, I must admit that I did indeed steal green tomatoes from my neighbor’s yard on Wednesday and send them home to my mother. They were on my side of the fence, and she needed them I assure you. Perhaps I’ll go to hell, but at least it will be for a good reason.

I seem to be punished for it. I have had an evil return of the acid reflux problems—burping and acid and boiling. I can’t figure out what I’ve changed greatly about my eating. I promise that I didn’t eat any of those tomatoes. Both of them went to Virginia. All I can think of is that I was perhaps eating regular meals while my sister was in town, and my schedule is all wacky again now that she’s gone. I also remember trying a tropical punch Fuze Tuesday night. It contained some pineapple juice and turned out to be a bad idea; but could it have caused all this? It doesn’t feel good, and I am really quite unpleasant to be around. Good thing I don’t have friends around to listen to this horror.

Yesterday, I went to Pages for All Ages, the local indy bookstore, to take advantage of my birthday discount. I got two YA books that dabble in multimodal kinds of writing in some way:

• i can’t tell you by Hillary Frank is a multigenre novel that consists of a range of notes that the protagonist, Jake, writes—including e-mail messages, notes on dry-erase boards, napkins, tablecloths, and even upside-down calculator messages.
• Confessions of a Boyfriend Stealer [A Blog] by Robynn Clairday combines blog entries and message boards with connecting narrative to tell how the blog author, Genesis Bell, loses her two best friends.

I also bought Coraline by Neil Gaiman. I’ve always thought that the book looked freaky and wasn’t interested in reading it as a result. Lisa got a copy along with a huge pile of books for a graphic novel project we’re working on. Sharon said that she and her son liked the book, and there was a Terry Pratchett quotation on the back. So I decided that maybe I should try not to look at the pictures and read it anyway. Maybe if I put it in that cloth paperback book cover I have… We’ll see.

All this is sort of silly. I have 21 books on the table that I need to write reviews of for my other site, and I have 13 books lying there that I haven’t read yet. 15 books if you count the books in the Bromeliad Triology separately. Just noticed that the next book in the Johnny Maxwell trilogy is due out in January. I’m not sure about buying it though. Book one seemed somewhat pushed and obvious. Fortunately, I have months to decide.