Good morning *greeting practically sung in an appallingly cheery voice - vibrating with goodwill*
I have possessed a copy of Book Two of Mistborn for weeks, but have not been able to make myself read anything new.
I don't understand this new relationship I have with books. I lived and breathed to read. It kept me sane. If I were not eating or sleeping I would be reading. Sometimes reading instead of sleeping. Sometimes reading instead of eating. I would very nearly have anxiety attacks if I did not have a book with me when I left the house. This new 'meh' attitude to picking up a new book to read is ... incomprehensible to me.
However, having said that I started The Well of Ascension last night and it is AWESOME!
I knew it would be and it is - isn't that wonderful :)
My friend agreed that I was a doofus head for not noticing the A.Ron thing before. Though she spelt doofus dufus. I wonder which is correct? I like doofus better. It reminds me of phooey. Which reminds me of snoopy. Snoopy is cool.
My Blossom-cat woke me from a dead sleep by knocking my vomit bowl off a bookcase he had jumped on. The vomit bowl is not currently in use, that is just where I keep it. It is one of those steel mixing bowls and makes a loud almost ringing noise when it hits the ground. Gong like.
My beloved Bubba-cat then proceeded to vomit oceanfish flavoured catfood over my sandles. I did not feel up to attempting to clean it up this morning and read some more of the book instead. Something to look forward to when I get home, ey? Maybe the other cats will eat the vomit before I get home? Like that unfortunately incident when I last used the vomit bowl after I'd drunk too much gin & tonic after eating bbq chicken. I cannot recommend it as an early morning discovery when one is direly hungover.