After the weirdbad interview, I gave myself some time at Borders, just to decompress and read and not think for a while. I found a mindless Nora Roberts book, brought in my knitting bag (oh yes I did) and found a chair. Every once in a while, I'd glance around, watching strange people walking by, notice the odd bodily noises emanating from the gentleman in the chair across from me, perusing book titles in my general vicinity.

So it came about that I realized I was sitting in a vortex at the edge of the universe, right here in New Hampshire: behind and to my left were books about religion, including approximately 537 different Bibles, and to my right was the Self-Help Sex section.