Blurred Lines

The Voices in My Head have been singing Robin Thicke's Blurred Lines for approximately 5 days in a row.  The problem is, The Voices really only know Pharrell's part.  The rest they make up as they go.  So it comes out something like this:
          The dogs are jumping - Hey Hey Hey
          You wanna eat breakfast? - Hey Hey Hey
           Should I iron blue jeans? - Hey Hey Hey
           My hair is funky - Hey Hey Hey
           That's cuz it's raining - Hey Hey Hey
And that goes on and on and on chronicling every thought and move I make.  When they run out of things to say, they just say, "Blurred Lines!"  But sometimes, they even forget the Blurred Lines part and they accidentally sing, "BATMAN!"

Sweet Tooth: A Novel

I have absolutely no problem walking away from a bad movie.  I feel no remorse or sense of loyalty for lousy films.  Books, however, I cannot seem to toss aside no matter how disengaged I am with them.  Ian McEwan's Sweet Tooth, the story of espionage and intrigue set during the Cold War,  was the perfect example of this.  I could not get into this story at all, but I stuck with it for weeks simply to avoid having to call myself a quitter. I was not intrigued, in fact, I found most of it quite boring, to be honest.  There were a couple of short stories within the story that gave me some pleasure, but overall, I found the book rather trite and a dull. 

What Happened?!

I'm sure I do not know what happened to every single post between the loss of my sweet Wednesday and now?  Where did they go?!?!