::headdesk::

[fredericks]

Apparently I have massive man hands (wanna see?). So massive that I can't find a banded woman's watch that fits me unless it's from Swatch. And my ginormous size 10 feet make it impossible for me to find shoes in stores. And, oh yes, all the three-star spicy Thai food I had for dinner has decided to cause a fire in my gut that's keeping me up. And let's not forget the GODDAMN SPARROWS SINGING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW AT 1:17 IN THE MORNING. Where are the hawks when you need them, dammit.

Work should be so much bloody fun.

I think I'll just give up and read more Dresden until I have to officially wake up.



This entry brought to you by the number hyperbole.

Comments

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

I've just wrapped up Proven Guilty and picked up White Knight a few minutes ago. When I put Proven Guilty down earlier I was at the beginning of the big showdown at Arctis Tor, and that's a pretty horrible place to stop because that entire section rocks hard. And, I mean, even though I've read it already I still kept feeling like I *needed* to keep going. I actually think Proven Guilty might be my favorite book of the lot, even though it is just 460+ pages of rip-roaring set-up.