between the rock and the cold, cold sea

Okay. I'm insane. I'm tired of living and working in this book-scattered dust-trap of a room. So I'm going to overhaul it, move all the furniture out, disinfect it, sand, scrape, repaint, re-furnish and re-organise. This is my plan for the month.

Today is book-moving day.

Pray for me.

Improvements to well-being continued, as did the sunshine. Sunshine nice. Sunshine good.

Tired now.

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Ahem. *gathers fragments of coherence*

I want to give this book away.

I have a book here. I'm not reading it. It's probably not a bad book, as books go, but I haven't been able to get farther than 50 pages in since buying it over a month ago. It's called The Hidden Stars: Book One of the Rune of Unmaking, by a personage by the name of Madeline Howard. It's blurbed by Kate Elliot ("A rich and assured novel of high fantasy and adventure") and Katharine Kerr ("...very impressive..."), and since I'm loathe to let it go to waste - aka to those scoundrels who try to sell me used books for five euro and will only give me one euro when I sell to them - if you want it, I'll give it away to you for free. Shipping inclus. You want? Let me know.

ETA: Oh, I just remembered. I also have second copies of Holly Lisle's Minerva's Wake and Elaine Cunningham's Silver Shadows (SS is second hand - I suppose at this remove that'd make it third hand). Anyone interested in a book trade?

ETA#2: The Hidden Stars is as new, btw.

I congratulate myself. Though I am as weak as a day-old kitten, and less than half so pretty, I made my - slow, with frequent stops - way out to a café, to eat vegetable soup and clutch to a glass of Coca-Cola like a drowning woman grasping at a spar. Then I made my - slow, with frequent stops - way back.

It took me half an hour to walk to the café. Normally I go the distance inside ten minutes.

Considering I have to go into college tomorrow - meetings, no two ways about them - I am not hopeful about my functionality for the rest of the week.

The sunshine is nice, though. Excuse me while I go fall over in it.

And lo the sixth day of the Ick dawned upon me, and I was feeling slightly better, but not nearly better enough.

Ye gods and little fishes, I'd give a lot to be able to think clearly again. To have no itchy-scritchy hives, no aches, the ability to eat a decent meal without feeling sick - I'm living on pears, chocolate, water and bread, since anything else induces Bad Feelings - no sinus drips, no phlegm, no feelings of shaky coldness, and most especially to be able to think clearly again.

I broked my brain. Is it still under warranty?

Ah, pay me no attention. I'm only whingeing. I did manage to read a book of plot more riveting than Suetonius' Lives of the Caesars (my friend in my sickness, after endless DVDs of Buffy the Vampire Slayer wore thin. If I watch more moving pictures on a screen this month, my brain will explode. No, really.), though. Karen Traviss' (karentraviss) Star Wars: Republic Commando: Triple Zero is well worth the purchase price, and that's about as much sense as my poor abused medicated synapses are going to make of it until later.

Goodnight and good luck.

For the last week I've been suffering from the horrible sick. Lying on the couch watching DVDs is about as much as I'm capable of: my brain has had trouble focussing enough to even read. Aches, pains, dizziness, temperatures and hacking up hairballs: ah, the flu. And at this time of year, too.

Oh, well. I hope other people are feeling better than I am.