Okay, I have had it up to here with all my books about authors, artists, musicians, and their wackjob mono/poly/unsaturated gay/bi/invert/lesbian/queer/straight/repressed/whatever angst/trauma/creativenergy/blah. Nick, Georgia, Edna, Radclyffe, etc. have all been put away. I got out my biography of Cox, signed by Cox, Richardson and the author, and I am going to read that and remind myself that logic and reasoning still rule over at least SOME part of the universe. If that's not enough, I also have some physics textbooks and The Algorithmic Beauty of Plants. And math problems. There are always math problems.