I lied. I'm even grumpier.
The local Library doesn't have ABC of Reading by Ezra Pound, or The Literary Essays of Ezra Pound or Blizzard of One by Mark Strand or In the Palm of Your Hand: the Poet's Portable Workshop by Steve Kowit. People think I'm kidding when I say that his place is full of nothing but toothless rednecks who don't even know the definition of the word culture.
I have decided (again) that people in general suck. Walmart shoppers especially. (Private joke people, I have nothing against actual Walmart customers.)
My mother is going to the beach next week, and she intends to take Kory with her.