Was sick with the not-pig flu last week. Missed two days of work, came back to a clusterfuck. Had to sacrifice camping because of those two vacation days I took. :P
Oh well, I can still go to Pittsburgh Irish Fest and Celtic Classic.
Finished reading 'Unquiet Dreams' by
Right after that, started reading 'The Cracked Throne' by
Next on my 'To Buy' list are
Also have to get
Also, blame Scythian. They're convenient.
I'm kind of getting excited thinking about all this reading, though. I miss when I was able to devour books two and three a week. And being able to reread my favourites, too. [Leg kick positions!! Thoooose weeeeere theeee daaaaaaaaaaays my friend! /Scythian flashback]
Anyway, at this point, I think I might just log off and do some reading. It's not like I have anything else pressing to do. Too late for waking up the neighbours with my deafening rendition of 'Ode to Joy' and need a fresh mind to write, which is why I do that in the morning over coffee. :)