Dying yesterday and today. The process seems to be rather drawn out. The reaper man was sent envoys but my tricksy ways have confounded them all.
I do not have enough drugs in me to make me feel better;
American Gods shall have to do in the meanwhile.
On the topic of
Mr. Gaiman, my attempts to find a used copy of
Fragile Things continue to yield poor results. I did locate several copies of
Anansi Boys, but as it was not at the top of my list, I decided to conserve the money for the the books I really wanted. Silly me. If my convalescence proceeds as it should, perhaps I shall make another attempt in the next day or so.
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So little time, so much to do.