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Jul. 31st, 2006 03:15 pmI am making vast inroads into my pile of paperbacks because the idiot virus I contracted has left me so tired. I have to finish all sorts of things in the next 3 days (just finished Simon Brown's Troy - worth reading!), so I can't stay in bed and feel sorry for myself and besides, I have run out of Star Trek. This leaves only reading and just a little bit of work I promised by today. My grand aim for the day is to have three books finished before Boston Legal, so I can at least pretend I did something. I am one and a bit books in: everything is slow.
Friends waiting on parcels know that things are slow. Parcels won't be posted until Wednesday now.
The music scrolling through my brain undaunted by the fact that I am *sick* of it is all the fault of Simon Brown and his short stories (Troy - read it - but don't let Virgil invade your brain). "Arma virumque cano" - sung to the tune my father used to use for "Be kind to your web footed friends." The trouble is I only know the first 6 lines so they loop and it has become really annoying. I don't even much like Virgil (sorry![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cassiphone - it is just a stage I'm going through, I swear.)
Am I grumpy? I guess so. I keep thinking that any Trojan horse allowed into my vicinity would have to be made of gourmet chocolate. Not even books would trick me right now. On fact, not even chocolate would, since I got brought back delectable stuff from overseas and I have some left from Katoomba, and Trudi is taking me on a chocolate tour on Friday.
I have books and chocolate and am seeing lots of my favourite people. Why am I grumpy at all?
It's not just the Virgilian silliness and that virus. It's also the last day of July. The snow started to fall on the Brindabellas over the weekend and the wattle is almost in bloom. Spring will be here *soon*. In the meantime, I have good books and chocolate and I will be well by Wednesday (Troy - read it, take that Virgil from my mind and keep away from *my* gourmet chocolate supplies - the key to your happiness on 31 July). Or I will be grumpy and you can laugh at me some more.
Friends waiting on parcels know that things are slow. Parcels won't be posted until Wednesday now.
The music scrolling through my brain undaunted by the fact that I am *sick* of it is all the fault of Simon Brown and his short stories (Troy - read it - but don't let Virgil invade your brain). "Arma virumque cano" - sung to the tune my father used to use for "Be kind to your web footed friends." The trouble is I only know the first 6 lines so they loop and it has become really annoying. I don't even much like Virgil (sorry
cassiphone - it is just a stage I'm going through, I swear.)Am I grumpy? I guess so. I keep thinking that any Trojan horse allowed into my vicinity would have to be made of gourmet chocolate. Not even books would trick me right now. On fact, not even chocolate would, since I got brought back delectable stuff from overseas and I have some left from Katoomba, and Trudi is taking me on a chocolate tour on Friday.
I have books and chocolate and am seeing lots of my favourite people. Why am I grumpy at all?
It's not just the Virgilian silliness and that virus. It's also the last day of July. The snow started to fall on the Brindabellas over the weekend and the wattle is almost in bloom. Spring will be here *soon*. In the meantime, I have good books and chocolate and I will be well by Wednesday (Troy - read it, take that Virgil from my mind and keep away from *my* gourmet chocolate supplies - the key to your happiness on 31 July). Or I will be grumpy and you can laugh at me some more.