My feet are killing me.

My legs hurt like a bitch. Actually, ache may be a better word, though my feet are really killing me. The reason that my feet hurt is that I stood at the reading and signing for Chuck Palahniuk's new book, Rant. A ton of people showed up and we (Amanda, Yvonne, and I) didn't get our books signed until after midnight. I didn't mind waiting at all though, and in fact, it was a ton of fun. Chuck read two stories that he has never published and wrote specifically for this book tour. He also did trivia, and read his favorite fan letters.

The event made me realize how much I miss working around books, and with people that love books. I like my job now because of the people I work with. Except for a few cases I feel little to no connection to the people that are my customers at my current job. At the bookstore it was different. There were just as many annoying customers, and in a lot of ways less reason for the stupid questions. But all that aside, I miss it. With swords and knives I'm selling a decoration most times. With a book I'm selling something more. Standing there watching the crowd as Chuck was reading, listening along with people that had come because of the way that his writing had touched them, I felt connected to these people.

I'm not looking to go back to work for any bookstore at all. That doesn't mean that I don't miss it. Because I do.