In which I am truly, truly obnoxious.

( No really, truly insufferable. Trust me. )

Brain like a steel trap... rusty, and full of mice.

So, was in Borders tonight - wanted to pick up the new(ish) Michael Pollan book. While browsing the shelves near it, I saw another book that looked interested. Not enough to buyit, but enough to think "oh, I should remember this and see if I can find it at the library.

Which, of course, means that I forgot the damn title as soon as I was in my car. Anyone wanna chime in if they think they might know it?

It was, essentially about how the overwhelming amount of choices in our society doesn't make us any happier, and instead makes everything, even decisions that should be straightforward and simple, agonizingly complex, leaving us in a state of constantly second guessing ourselves.

I'm about 90% sure the word "choice" was in the title.

Anyone?