It's cold.

( Demon Cat has been having a rough few days )

Bah.

Fortunately, I thought to check the mail-box the second time my cat dragged me out for a midnight stroll - and found my new-secondhand book Star Trek: Crossroads, by Barbara Hambly ( Read more... )

It's after three in the morning, and I cannot sleep. Bugger. Demon Cat does not mind: Demon Cat is on my lap purring, making the typing of this rather awkward. Demon Cat is... frolicsome (only not right now), doing frolicky, ear-perked things in the house and in the garden, batting about his catnip mouse which he never looked at before, and ( Read more... )

( Cut for whining )

Let's see, I watched The Ring very early on Saturday morning; it is now Tuesday. The Gack! With the TV! scene is still making dropping off to sleep something of a trial. It's incredibly disturbing to me.

Oh well.

In other news, my flatmate David got me a copy of John Playford's book of Country Dances. It's wonderful, and would be more so if I ( Read more... )

I've been up all night on a one-woman working bee (except for the small gap playing computer games), and I've done quite well, getting through the last three episodes of Fruits Basket and a live-action movie called Casshern (it doesn't have a mechanical swan that projects holograms from its head). Oh, and the doll I was working on - in particular ( Read more... )

It's not that I mind, as such, a praying mantis appearing on my pillow in the middle of the night. They only devour leaves and spouses, aren't known to sting, and are a pleasant shade of green ( Read more... )