Caught by a gentleman yet again.
Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child excel at catching me. I'll start one of their books, be able to put it down periodically through the first half, and find that everything's fine. But a few hours later, I have to pick it up again. And then I hit that one little invisible point in the book where my brain decides that it cannot rest until it finds out what happens next, and the next thing I know, it's 1 AM on a work night and I'm still awake, book on a pillow, eager to know what else will happen. That ran on like a mother but I don't care. While The Book of the Dead was good, it was the end of a trilogy, so it had more of the "I need to get through this and find out what happens" than anything else. I believe The Wheel of Darkness is a stand-alone, so I'm reading it for more than just the need to get to the bottom of everything. This is the one book where I've truly been thrown for a loop the whole way through, and cannot help but continue. Plus, Pendergast is still absolutely delicious. It's going to be a very unproductive day.
To be fair, though, there's nothing pressing to get done. It's Ricardo's day off, so he won't be popping in every now and again to give me something else to do. He's been doing that less and less lately anyway, though for what reason I do not know. It could be that he doesn't feel the need to give me work to do, and that I know what I can do instead. He might be on a "I need to do everything myself" kick. I don't know.
I went to O'Donovans on the north side with Jer last night, and it was a refreshing change of place. I am a big fan of O'Donovans and I love Jer to death, so really, all was good. We caught up on a few things, talked about Jer's upcoming birthday and my hopefully upcoming nuptials, and just generally had a laid back evening.
O'Donovans still has Martini and Manicure Tuesdays, every first and third Tuesday of the month. So in September, this means the 4th and the 18th. Any takers for the latter date?
I realise that I talk about these "hopefully upcoming nuptials" too much, and I apologise for that. It is probably really annoying. I know I annoy myself sometimes. I really can't explain it, other than a sense of impatience about the whole thing. Plus, I've come to realise that my biological clock is indeed ticking, and that I really don't have a ton of time left to have kids. That shouldn't bother me, but for some reason, it does. I suppose I'll just have to deal with it for the time being, and try to curb my enthusiasm about the whole thing, so I don't get any more annoying.
I slept through my alarm for the first time in ages, not counting times I've crashed after a night of heavy drinking. I woke up, saw the way the light permeated the living room, and realised that it was later than usual. Thank God it was only ten after seven, as opposed to seven after ten or something. I arrived only three minutes late by the time clock, despite the fact that I took a bath and continued devouring Pendergast, so to speak. I guess that counts for something.
...funny how even though he's referred to by his given name, Aloysius, more frequently in this book, I can't use it. Go figure.
The crawdad song is still in my head. *shakes fist at Puff and Alex* Also, *shakes fist at Aeryn for continuing the song!*
All right, must do one of two things:
A) Get something done for work, at least for a little while, or
B) Devour more Pendergast.
Hmm.
To be fair, though, there's nothing pressing to get done. It's Ricardo's day off, so he won't be popping in every now and again to give me something else to do. He's been doing that less and less lately anyway, though for what reason I do not know. It could be that he doesn't feel the need to give me work to do, and that I know what I can do instead. He might be on a "I need to do everything myself" kick. I don't know.
I went to O'Donovans on the north side with Jer last night, and it was a refreshing change of place. I am a big fan of O'Donovans and I love Jer to death, so really, all was good. We caught up on a few things, talked about Jer's upcoming birthday and my hopefully upcoming nuptials, and just generally had a laid back evening.
O'Donovans still has Martini and Manicure Tuesdays, every first and third Tuesday of the month. So in September, this means the 4th and the 18th. Any takers for the latter date?
I realise that I talk about these "hopefully upcoming nuptials" too much, and I apologise for that. It is probably really annoying. I know I annoy myself sometimes. I really can't explain it, other than a sense of impatience about the whole thing. Plus, I've come to realise that my biological clock is indeed ticking, and that I really don't have a ton of time left to have kids. That shouldn't bother me, but for some reason, it does. I suppose I'll just have to deal with it for the time being, and try to curb my enthusiasm about the whole thing, so I don't get any more annoying.
I slept through my alarm for the first time in ages, not counting times I've crashed after a night of heavy drinking. I woke up, saw the way the light permeated the living room, and realised that it was later than usual. Thank God it was only ten after seven, as opposed to seven after ten or something. I arrived only three minutes late by the time clock, despite the fact that I took a bath and continued devouring Pendergast, so to speak. I guess that counts for something.
...funny how even though he's referred to by his given name, Aloysius, more frequently in this book, I can't use it. Go figure.
The crawdad song is still in my head. *shakes fist at Puff and Alex* Also, *shakes fist at Aeryn for continuing the song!*
All right, must do one of two things:
A) Get something done for work, at least for a little while, or
B) Devour more Pendergast.
Hmm.