Ever had one of those days were you get up and just decide that doing anything more taxing than reading two books is a very bad thing?

And by the way, just because the three books I read this week were recommended to me by my 15 year old niece means nothing... Other than the fact that I just read two young adult books and an anthropological study on why some cultures thrived, progressed and then decided to go kill other people and take their land.... uhm.... so...

Now I'm going to bed, with visions of Manifest Destiny skipping through my head.