As I am browsing through the books on the shelf, one of the shell-spined artifacts slaps me in the face--and it has my name on it? I pick up the book and start browsing, suddenly taken aback at how only around half has actual words written on it. Huh. The more I read, the more I realize that this book tells the exact story of my life right up until this moment! I can make this book say anything I want... interesting. I think to myself about books I have read and what I might make happen next. It's almost like I have control over what happens next in my life! I grab the book and put it on the best-selling table right in the front. Someone is definitely bound to pick this up. On my way out, I head to the bathroom...