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Sep. 4th, 2005
Not sure if I like this one, but it seems noteworthy.
On Guard - Marge Piercy
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In other news, there's a used bookstore on Hastings up by Burnaby that has tons of Steinbeck and Mark Twain, really cool stuff, Cup of Gold, Burning Bright, the Arthur book, etc. No Once and Future King, by White though. :(
On Guard - Marge Piercy
( Read more... )
In other news, there's a used bookstore on Hastings up by Burnaby that has tons of Steinbeck and Mark Twain, really cool stuff, Cup of Gold, Burning Bright, the Arthur book, etc. No Once and Future King, by White though. :(
Whine, Whine.
Sep. 4th, 2005 10:13 pmWhen I am sick, I whine constantly.
I'm sick. My throat feels disgusting. My stomach is icky. I'm not tired enough to sleep, but too tired to do anything, and I can't think or concentrate, even on a book. My throat only feels better when I'm drinking warm drinks; my stomach only feels better when I'm eating dry bready things to soak up the goop dripping into it from the back of my throat. Lying down makes my head hurt. Sitting up makes me angry. I'm alternately too cold and too hot. Standing up makes me tired. I can't kiss anyone. I can't put any objects of questionable decency in my mouth. The internet makes me bored, books make me confused. I want mashed potatoes. Whine, whine, whine. It was raining today, and Juggler brought me soup and tea and saved my life thereby, but I will continue to whine. Grumble, grumble. Mutter, whine. Even my rats are tired of it. Mph. Time to get better already.
I'm sick. My throat feels disgusting. My stomach is icky. I'm not tired enough to sleep, but too tired to do anything, and I can't think or concentrate, even on a book. My throat only feels better when I'm drinking warm drinks; my stomach only feels better when I'm eating dry bready things to soak up the goop dripping into it from the back of my throat. Lying down makes my head hurt. Sitting up makes me angry. I'm alternately too cold and too hot. Standing up makes me tired. I can't kiss anyone. I can't put any objects of questionable decency in my mouth. The internet makes me bored, books make me confused. I want mashed potatoes. Whine, whine, whine. It was raining today, and Juggler brought me soup and tea and saved my life thereby, but I will continue to whine. Grumble, grumble. Mutter, whine. Even my rats are tired of it. Mph. Time to get better already.