Having done a lot of shopping online lately, I went down to my pickup place yesterday (lousy mailmen, not knocking on my door, when they have packages). I had to package slips, one for some electronics and one for a board game I had purchased earlier.

When I got home, I customarily checked my mailbox, and behold, another pickup slip, this time I didn't recall buying anything. "This must be my book!", I thought to myself, saddened by the fact that I couldn't pick it up yesterday.

Went down and got it today. "The Meaning of It All" by Richard P. Feynman. Now I just have to decide whether or not the meaning of it all is that I should read it now, or wait til after I have handed in my master thesis. Oh, well, might just as well figure out what Mr. Feynman has to say to it all.