Come with me on a little solo date to Barnes and noble. Oh, my god, they already have all the October stuff out. All of you guys are telling me to read this book, seven husbands of Emily Hugo Girl. I don’t know, I don’t know. For some reason, I’m, like, not compelled to it. I don’t know, I. I wanna, like, look into the memoirs. And I also. I heard the Silent Patient is really good, but I don’t know what it’s about. It just sounds, like, so good. The silent Patient. You know why? I literally lost my keys? Cause where the fuck are my keys? Fuck, I hate myself. I literally hate myself. They’re in my fucking purse. They’re in my purse. Jesus Christ. Okay, controversial opinion. I know it ends with us is, like, huge right now, but let me tell you, November 9 is way better. Like, you guys need to read November 9. Like, it’s so. It’s sickening. It’s so good. Basically about this girl who falls in love with this guy, but they decide to meet every November 9th because I don’t. I can’t remember, but I know that they meet, like, once a year, and, like, do they end up together? Do they not? But it’s so good. I’m not gonna lie, this book literally saved me. Like, it’s the best book. This. This book actually saved my life. I mean, not really, but yes. I accidentally went up to somebody with the Lanyards. Asking them where this book was, and he didn’t work here. He’s like, uh, I don’t work. Oh, my god, this is so embarrassing. So embarrassing. I don’t know what I want to read. So cute. They sell Cal. Calico critters here, bro. I wish they sold Sony Angels. Or Sony Angels. Whatever. However you say them sunny angels. Like, I don’t know, but they’re so hard to find. Like, where the hell can I find them?