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I accidentally stepped on my copy of Dying to Live yesterday. I bent the hell out of the back cover and let slip the expletives. A traumatic experience, the horror of which was compounded by the fact that I was naked from the waist down.

Afflicted with a collector's mind, I like to keep my books in good shape, so between this and the scratch the cover received at some point on our trip to ZombieFest, the book now makes me sad and twitchy. I guess I'm glad I forget to ask Dr. Kim to sign it. Next year, I'll buy a new one from his table and give the stomped and marred copy to a random stranger, or something.

60 pages to go, by the way.

Overheard at ZombieFest

In the spirit of Overheard in the Office:

"The only book I ever read was fucking Jaws 3."--man walking past Kim Paffenroth's table

"It's all like Goosebumps and shit."--some other man walking past Kim Pafferoth's table

"Ugh. The dead. This is all so negative. Get me out of here."--elderly woman in wheelchair being rolled past Kim Paffenroth's table

"You got any movies?"--woman at Kim Paffenroth's table holding a copy of Dying to Live: Life Sentence.

"Un-fuckin-believable."--Joe Pilato upon noticing the ring on Julia's finger

Desperately resisting the urge to run my fingers through his hair...