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I had a traumatic experience today at work (which involved TOO MANY PEOPLE in the library foyer courtesy of a job fair, and some whack job interrupting my chai to give me a victim blaming, slut shaming piece of religious bullshit) and then I felt ill for the rest of the day, courtesy of student inflicted plague.
So I came home and made white chocolate brownies, and then ate steak and chips and mushrooms and salad and felt marginally better.
Now I'm getting on with the pile of proof reading that I've been putting off for the last god knows how long that's due this weekend. Ho hum.
The book I am reading: A Brief History of Life in the Middle Ages. It's not great, but it's interesting enough that I haven't thrown it against the wall, and it's well researched enough (in my opinion) that it's not a waste of time.
The book I am writing: I'm not sure anything I'm writing constitutes a book. A collection of short stories, or a RPG setting document, maybe, but that's about it.
The book I love most: Ack. I hate this question, because my answer changes so fucking frequently. Possibly Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep because that's one that I keep going back to, possibly The Fionavar Tapestry (which is three books but totally counts) or possibly the Olga da Polga books by Michael Bond.
The last book I received as a gift: I was going to say I Never Knew There Was a Word For It which I got for xmas, and keep flicking through, or The Pain Merchants which I also got for xmas (and had already read, but I'm quite fond of it), but then I remembered that Dave bought me Neon Court a few weeks ago, when he saw it on the shelves before it was actually due out.
The last book I gave as a gift: Salt: A World History to Dave for xmas. And some knitting books to one of his housemates for her birthday.
The nearest book on my desk: A Brief History of Life in the Middle Ages. Which isn't as interesting as it could be, but I tidied up recently, and actually put stuff away.
And that's quite enough of that. Back to work methinks.
So I came home and made white chocolate brownies, and then ate steak and chips and mushrooms and salad and felt marginally better.
Now I'm getting on with the pile of proof reading that I've been putting off for the last god knows how long that's due this weekend. Ho hum.
The book I am reading: A Brief History of Life in the Middle Ages. It's not great, but it's interesting enough that I haven't thrown it against the wall, and it's well researched enough (in my opinion) that it's not a waste of time.
The book I am writing: I'm not sure anything I'm writing constitutes a book. A collection of short stories, or a RPG setting document, maybe, but that's about it.
The book I love most: Ack. I hate this question, because my answer changes so fucking frequently. Possibly Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep because that's one that I keep going back to, possibly The Fionavar Tapestry (which is three books but totally counts) or possibly the Olga da Polga books by Michael Bond.
The last book I received as a gift: I was going to say I Never Knew There Was a Word For It which I got for xmas, and keep flicking through, or The Pain Merchants which I also got for xmas (and had already read, but I'm quite fond of it), but then I remembered that Dave bought me Neon Court a few weeks ago, when he saw it on the shelves before it was actually due out.
The last book I gave as a gift: Salt: A World History to Dave for xmas. And some knitting books to one of his housemates for her birthday.
The nearest book on my desk: A Brief History of Life in the Middle Ages. Which isn't as interesting as it could be, but I tidied up recently, and actually put stuff away.
And that's quite enough of that. Back to work methinks.
