At any rate, if you'd like to read a fantastic and impossible to put down book about a young woman forced to become a swordsman in some alternate universe, let me know, as it's sitting here in the flat and needs to be read by about five or six more people.
I am feeling pretty good about all of the books I brought because I AM really tearing through them! Just wish all books were as enjoyable as the ones I started with, though Jo Clayton's Skeen's Leap has already started weaving its web around me.
Nice night at the pub with ciphergoth, babysimon, and some_fox (and others), feeling a bit better now. Really looking forward to a solid night's sleep, but first I think I'll have some Ben & Jerry's. But first some lyrics, in part for my brother and husband but really for me, because I love this song but don't have it here to listen to:
"Sit beside the breakfast table
Think about your troubles
Pour yourself a cup of tea
Then think about the bubbles
You can take your teardrops
And drop 'em in a teacup ...
Take them down to the riverside
And throw them over the side ..."