I am sooo bad. Have spent last few days mostly in bed reading.
Bought the second Autobiography by Russell Brand, which was as funny as the first one. And shocking. And had those few times that I have to slam the book down and close my eyes and scream no no no don't do that, before he recounted the embarassing thing and the belly laugh out loud moment, which in the first one was the stripper he'd spat on in retalation for the slap she gave him and then had to beg the use of her phone cause he'd shut himself out of the appartment, possibly naked - can't quite remember now. In this one it involved a dog. Laughed so hard I started coughing and had to go have a glass of water.
Re-read some Lois McMaster Bujold books.
Re-read some Tamora Pierce books.
My sloth reaching new heights or depths considering how you look at it.
Should be gardening and tending to my tomatos which appear to be dying. damnit.
Gosh darn well cleaning all the kitty litter trays out thoroughly tonight for my poor neglected kitties. I am neglecting them too, though they appear to be loving the whole day snuggling on the bed opportunity.
My delightfuly 90 year old neighbour watched the show about alien abduction. He's had instances where he has woken from sleep unable to move and I had previously mentioned to him about the sleep paryalsis (sp?) but he never really pays attention to what I say and was delighted to tell me all about it after watching the sceptic lady on the show explaining about it. lol