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GOOD MORNING EVERYBODY!

Sun is shining, tank is clean, world is all shiny and goodlookin'. Give me a few months and I'll be complaining like anything about the sun, but right now I want to give it a big hug and tell it I missed it.

I'm reading Archer's Goon again because it's that time of month where indulgence is required and much time is spent slothing around slothfully; the Pratchett books have all been read too recently and too often, and I think I've overdone LotR for the moment.

It's immensely comforting coming back to a book that I know. I feel kind of bad about this trait, considering the amount of books I have weighing down my bookcases which I haven't even read yet, but sometimes succour must be sought in something that's familiar and comfortable, and I'm entirely too far away from home to go and grab a mumhug. Diana Wynne Jones it is, then, along with copious amounts of tea.

What're your comfort indulgences?

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Ancient, falling-apart Marvel graphic novels that I read before I was into double figures, Pratchett books (which can always stand up to re-reading,) and Anne Rice. Finding books that I only used to read at the library when younger, and buying them. Such things must always be accompanied by Earl Grey, and some chocolate from Thorntons, when I can afford it.

It is nice to see the sun again, isn't it? I was out rowing at 6am this morning and we watched the sun come up; my crew have picked up the Whedon-esque 'shiny,' presumably from me, to describe such mornings.

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