I have a headache. This is a daily occurrence.
Reading - it's about all that I have been doing outside of work lately. Work has been very busy, and it will only get busier. I'm almost too tired to read when I get home, but I do it anyway staying up till the wee hours.
I have forced myself to get back into knitting my twisted flower socks. I am about halfway done with sock #2.
So my deal with myself is that I knit a couple rows and then I'm allowed to read a chapter. I am doing this to keep from flying through Breaking Dawn too quickly. By the way - don't investigate that link too closely if you don't want spoilers. I haven't read any of the reviews, and I will not until I finish the book. I bought the second and third books of the Twilight series on CD so I can re-listen to them. I listened to Twilight when I was in L.A.
I want to drag it out as long as possible, but wankers all over the Internet are publishing spoilers left and right, so I am trying to weight my wish to put it off with the horror that someone might ruin it before I finish reading it.
I have been wanting to write a lot, but I am not doing a very good job of making myself do so. I have even been having massive amounts of very memorable dreams. This is the easiest way to write - it's already all there, you just have to write it out. Easy peasy, but I have been slacking on that. I don't write them down cause I'm sleepy and then I can't remember them later in the day or I left my notebook at home. I am a disgrace.
I have a vague recollection of being the trophy wife of some old man. He was a nice looking old man, and I actually think it was Bill. He was super rich and had all kinds of houses and stuff, and I remember thinking he was awesome.
The books I read seriously inject themselves into my subconscious sometimes.
OK - enough for now. Headache and heart murmur still with me.