What a day.
Today was a very long day at work, overtime to finish up Imaging notwithstanding. I was so irked by the time I got home that I promptly changed and went out for a long wandering. I felt better when I got back. Pierogies helped! And now I have chocolate ice cream, which makes everything better.
I also finished reading Kushiel's Scion, which is just as fantastic as one might hope. Imriel's very much the other side of the coin from Phédre in a way that Joscelin is not, and I liked it a lot. And now I must wait forever and a day for the next book, but in the meantime I've the five Michael A. Stackpole books that Melzer loaned me, and I've not read the Godslayer/Banewreaker duology, either.
On another note, I saw something today on my way home and it reminded me. Whenever I see the words "Self Storage," my first thought is not so much of a space where one stashes one's belongings, but of the notion of being able to take one's self and move it somewhere else. It's like the bit in Neverwhere when you can keep your life in a box. Sometimes I think it would be so much easier if you could take your mind or spirit or whatever and put it away somewhere until you need it again. I think work wouldn't frustrate me nearly as much if I could send my automaton self there and the real me could be somewhere else, thinking deep thoughts or meditating or just enjoying the sunlight.
This reminds me that I'm still trying to decide what I'll do for the Solstice this year. At the moment, given the lack of open space in my bedroom in which I might perform a ritual, I'm strongly tempted to go to the Shakespeare Garden and meditate for a while.
I'm rambling, and I'm tired. I think I'm going to go grab the DS and play New Super Mario Bros. for a little while, and maybe try to get some writing done. But since my wrists ache, mayhaps I'll just play some video games instead.
I also finished reading Kushiel's Scion, which is just as fantastic as one might hope. Imriel's very much the other side of the coin from Phédre in a way that Joscelin is not, and I liked it a lot. And now I must wait forever and a day for the next book, but in the meantime I've the five Michael A. Stackpole books that Melzer loaned me, and I've not read the Godslayer/Banewreaker duology, either.
On another note, I saw something today on my way home and it reminded me. Whenever I see the words "Self Storage," my first thought is not so much of a space where one stashes one's belongings, but of the notion of being able to take one's self and move it somewhere else. It's like the bit in Neverwhere when you can keep your life in a box. Sometimes I think it would be so much easier if you could take your mind or spirit or whatever and put it away somewhere until you need it again. I think work wouldn't frustrate me nearly as much if I could send my automaton self there and the real me could be somewhere else, thinking deep thoughts or meditating or just enjoying the sunlight.
This reminds me that I'm still trying to decide what I'll do for the Solstice this year. At the moment, given the lack of open space in my bedroom in which I might perform a ritual, I'm strongly tempted to go to the Shakespeare Garden and meditate for a while.
I'm rambling, and I'm tired. I think I'm going to go grab the DS and play New Super Mario Bros. for a little while, and maybe try to get some writing done. But since my wrists ache, mayhaps I'll just play some video games instead.