In a true case of bizarro contrasts, earlier today I was writing about my passionate love for books and how I dream of having a full blown reading room. Tonight, I am learning how to
properly dismantle a book. The thought of dismantling a book kills me but I have a job to do with a book that is somewhat time sensitive. The handheld scanner I spent huge amounts of time researching is a great little scanner but it refuses to do what I need it to do so I can complete this job. I'm starting to think the only choice might be to dismantle the book or to retype the entire freaking book by myself and that would be overwhelming. ARRRRGGGGHHHHH
