Day 85 of #100days: "Where we're going, we don't need roads."

Good old Marty McFly. Good old Michael J. Fox. Good old time travel. Bad Libyans.

Only 15 days left now. It'll be weird when it's all over. Maybe all the Hundred-Dayers can celebrate March 10th every year as a new holiday: "Better Person Day". A hundred days is nearly a third of a year. And I appear to have spent most of a third of a year cutting up books. I'm not sure what that says about my chosen profession. I do know I find it very therapeutic, though. And quite fun.