Resurrection Dreams by Richard Laymon.
I was in the mood for a little horror considering the season, and I can’t go wrong with a little Laymon. The book went in a direction that I was not expecting, which is great. But with twenty pages left I was wondering, “Just how is he going to end this thing?” And the answer was, “Oh. Okay. I guess that works.”
Just spent three hours of my life watching Nebraska lose another game. They’ve only lost the games I’ve watched. I am Nebraska’s irrational curse.
My mother has watched Torchwood and says it’s good. Time to hunt down that bandwidth sucker myself.
After I finish filling out my early ballot. I kinda like doing this at home where I can Google the candidates.
Then work. No, really.