Babysitting night and there is a computer free!
I'm obviously using up my lotto luck here, so must take advantage of it (bummer though cause I think it's 20 million this Saturday - I am not sure an hour or so free computer access wins out against 20 million in my list of preferences).
Not that I've anything to blog about either. I am just working and sleeping with no fascination dogging my mind and livening up my life. I'm not non-interventionally cyber stalking any musicians. No book series dragging my attention away from work and duty. No pretty boys to sigh wistfully over. Hell I don't even have an androgynous french waiter anymore, gosh darn it (though there is that guy at the thai takeaway that does the most graceful little bow when he hands the green chicken curry over - makes me go a bit quivery - but I hardly ever have thai cause my arse is growing gargantuan and soon will have small moons orbiting it).
I can't blog about work, cause that would be improper. Nor would it be interesting for anybody else. I haven't had any racy fantasies at all. Not for months. My libido is on extended holidays. I think it's traveling around the world and gotten held up somewhere. Maybe its in Ibiza? Maybe it's with James Blunt. The hussy.
Read the latest Jasper Fforde which is excellent as always. I have mostly just been rereading books. I have an excellent book. I've read a few pages and it is really really going to be excellent. Just after a couple of pages and I don't say that very often, but I can't make myself read it. My brain only wants the familiar. It's in bed with the blankets over its head and will only come out for Tamora Pierce or Lois McMaster Bujold. I may have to go scavenging for Georgette Heyer novels just to make a proper fist of my retreat into comfort reading.