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Apr. 15th, 2010 12:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyMy little sister helped me liberate a chair while she was here. It wasn't doing anything special, lodged in the weird dark little lobby outside my front door, just holding up a couple of stools and a plastic-wrapped hunk of wood. It's been there as long as I have, and I've been sitting on ridiculously uncomfortable and prone to fragmenting Ikea slatted wooden things. I have this thing about altering the status quo... Now I have wheels, though. And comfort! And a lack of slatty crashes! I am pleased.
I went to see Smaller yesterday, and wound up buying some books from a charity shop because I was going to be at the pub an hour early. I read The Vesuvius Club yesterday, am half way through The Devil In Amber today - both of which are by Mark Gatiss and involve a bisexual secret agent who's a cross between Sherlock Holmes, James Bond and Hugh Laurie's character from The Gun Seller - and I've also bought The Handmaid's Tale. That last, I confess, I shall probably just insert on a shelf somewhere and not actually read, because it's associated in my head with Academical Things and Not For The Likes Of Me. Feeling the intellectual lack-of-worth a little, of late.
Tomorrow I shall get up at a reasonable hour and get dressed at a reasonable hour and get some fresh air at a reasonable hour, so talking myself up on application forms isn't like arm wrestling the insultopus.
I went to see Smaller yesterday, and wound up buying some books from a charity shop because I was going to be at the pub an hour early. I read The Vesuvius Club yesterday, am half way through The Devil In Amber today - both of which are by Mark Gatiss and involve a bisexual secret agent who's a cross between Sherlock Holmes, James Bond and Hugh Laurie's character from The Gun Seller - and I've also bought The Handmaid's Tale. That last, I confess, I shall probably just insert on a shelf somewhere and not actually read, because it's associated in my head with Academical Things and Not For The Likes Of Me. Feeling the intellectual lack-of-worth a little, of late.
Tomorrow I shall get up at a reasonable hour and get dressed at a reasonable hour and get some fresh air at a reasonable hour, so talking myself up on application forms isn't like arm wrestling the insultopus.
