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Yay me. I woke up at 6:00 today to the lovely sound of rain falling on the metal awning above my open bedroom window, listened to the rain for a while, and then actually got out of bed before 6:15. I was planning to write up Sencerel for unicorns_cry, but once I got to the computer I couldn't find the quiz! So I poked around and read my friends page, Jay's blog, followed interesting links, and then, after an 18-day hiatus, wrote morning pages!

In the end I did just find the quiz, but now I don't have time to do it. So I forwarded it to myself at work, and I'll do it there. I don't expect to be any busier at work than I have been most of the last several weeks, because I'm still waiting for someone to deign to assist me. It's rough being a person who's always been the assister to suddenly be stuck as assistee: I'm not used to not knowing how to do whatever I needed to do.

Randomness

A voice mail message today from someone at Laclede Gas regarding my letter.

Tried to go see Lord of the Rings at the dollar theater. I turned up at 7:30, only to find out it wasn't showing at 8, it had been on at 1:45 and 5:15. I guess it isn't meant to be; I'll have to wait for the dvd.

I did see Lilo & Stitch, though. It was very nice. Don't know if I'd go as far as jingoro and call it the best animated movie ever, but I enjoyed it.

The call I've been waiting for..

I just got off the phone with Drew. Marina's baby was born this morning at 10 am. Welcome little Hannah!

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Strange thing. I just finished a book called Bloodtide, by Melvin Burgess. It is a hideous post-apocalyptic dystopia, with bloodthirsty cruel characters fighting a gruesome war, with human sacrifices for background decor. I had put it down for several days, and picked it up again tonight and finished it. (Usually I finish books the same day I start them. This one didn't hold me. Yet I wanted to know how it ended. I can count the number of books I have not finished on the fingers of one hand, while the books I have finished are uncountable. Even when I find them unpleasant and squicky, I tend to read to the end. The prose has to be truly turgid or the subject matter downright offensive before I will purposefully close it and not pick it up again.)

So there I was, scowling queasily at the book in my hand, and then I read the afterword, which says simply that the book is based on the first third of Iceland's Volsunga Saga, and suddenly while it wasn't any pleasanter, the off-puttedness I'd been feeling faded. Why should it's being an ancient legend make it any easier to take?