Woke up. Fooled around on the internet. Cattle-penned into town on the Luas, watched Bad Lieutenant. Laughed my ass off. Got caffeined up, finished Cloud Atlas. Pinballed around Dublin in the rain, raided at least four bookshops. Watched with interest as my head and chest cavity filled with fireworks. Drank a can of Relentless on the way home. Texted my mother/sister/aunts about the mini-marathon – they did it in an hour and a half. Am impressed: it takes me that long to get up the morning. Current status: drinking cheap coffee out of a broken Elbow mug, writing formally adventurous fiction. Having slight trouble breathing, in the best possible way. Don’t know why days like this happen, can’t predict them, don’t really know how to bring them about; feel slightly gimpy drawing attention to it. But there you go.
Also: rearranged bookshelves, had sandwich. Yeahhh.
You do have spectacular bookshelves. I also raided a bookshop today. I bought some more P.G Wodehouse. The Blandings Castle omnibus to be exact
Glad to see a post m’dear
I have some class of PG Wodehouse omnibus. Haven’t got into it yet, mostly because Hugh Laurie’s introduction was much funnier than the first ten or so pages.
YOU SHOULD HAVE COME TO FLATLAKE.
that’s all.
Shoulda but didna. Next year.
Things Andrew says Yes to:
PG Wodehouse
Bad Lieutenant
Early Elbow
Formally adventurous fiction
Flatlake
Beautiful title.
Why thank you!