The Idiot Girl and the Flaming Tantrum of Death: Reflections on Revenge, Germophobia, and Laser Hair Removal by Laurie Notaro

I finished reading this one a week ago or so. It was one of the first books I purchased and downloaded all on my Treo 700p from m.ereader.com. Previously I had been browsing, shopping, paying, and downloading onto my PC and then uploading to my phone. I'm very pleased with this new ability: browsing is reasonably speedy (especially considering that their non-mobile site is a little sluggish), and the shopping cart and downloading process worked smoothly.

Back to the book! I believe I previously declared Notaro to be
my new BFF (or vice versa). Evidence that we were meant to be:

Hadn't one of my all-time favorite reveries been to become a cranky hermit, live unperturbed in my house, and have things brought to me like a monarch or a tribal lord?

You want more? You got it:

Because, really, who wants to be twenty again, I thought, living in a house with a bunch of dirty guys and a snake? . . . Don't get me wrong. I loved the reckless abandon of my younger, skinnier, prettier, poorer days, but doing all of that once in a lifetime was pretty much enough.