I should maybe sleep more and write run-on sentences less.
Finished Small Gods a few minutes ago. The thing about Terry Pratchett is that he's very clever and he knows it - so while the story was engrossing and funny and interesting (in a slightly annoying kind of way, but still interesting), it also read like he just finished a Philosophy 101 class and wanted to show off all his shiny new debate points. So I was reading because I wanted to see what happened and what Brutha was going to do and things like that, but I was also going "that's a good point you've telegraphed there" and "there's Androcles" and "he... he really just did that, didn't he." I'm not going to go fisking the book, though, for a few little niggling things, because it's Terry Pratchett, I was entertained, whatever.