The Furniture is out to Get Me.

I fell out of the Tamora Pierce fandom a year or so ago.  The Trickster books seemed contrived, the last Protector book was a let-down, and the Circle universe didn't seem worth tracking down again.  But I'm kinda sorta maybe a little bit excited for Terrier.  It's in first person.  That could be cool, or enormously disappointing.

In other news, as of now, I have slammed one foot into my roommate's open desk drawer, run a couch over the other, crushed my thumbnail between a desk and a leaning chair, and variously scraped, bruised, jabbed, and otherwise accidentally abused myself.  Each injury is accompanied by that unreasonable but all-consuming rush of anger at the furniture, god, myself, and anyone nearby. 

Grah.