And by that I mean that instead of watching movies all day, I ended up watching only half of one. Not that I spent half a day watching movies. But that's all right, because it means I'll still have something to do tomorrow.
I finished Orson Scott Card's How to Write Science Fiction and Fantasy last night. It was excellent, and I will most assuredly be buying it when I get back to the states. Further, I strongly reccomend any aspiring author pick it up. It's the most useful "how to write" book I've ever read.
Today I did the laundry dance, up down up down... can't wait to only have to navigate some stairs to do laundry. Well well, only twice more. I then returned How to Write Science Fiction and Fantasy to the library, and ventured into the stacks to locate The Golden Bough, only to discover that the full version is twelve hefty volumes. I picked up the abridged (still a pretty lethal book), which was written by Frazer himself for a more general public, like myself, who don't want to tax their poor arms with hauling 12 volumes off a shelf, nor their brains with ingesting 12 volumes... I feel the abridged brick will be quite sufficient for my needs.
When I came back I settled in to watch part one of The Colour of Magic. Parts one and two (The Light Fantastic) could be considered two movies I suppose, so maybe I did watch a whole movie today. Anyway, it was quite good, though of course not as good as the book : P But an excellent adaptation. I look forward to watching part two tomorrow.
After the movie I settled in for a nap. It was a most unsatisfying nap. Just after I closed my eyes, my Internet noisily decided that it needed a nap as well. I laid on my bed squinting at the screen, trying to decide whether or not I wanted to get up to attempt to repair it. I decided against it, figuring I wouldn't be responding to any messages while sleeping anyway, and rolled over to try again. Then my cell rang. I crawled to the end of my bed and grabbed it off the nightstand, squinted at the numbers and answered it anyway because I was too sleepy to figure out if I recognized the number or not. I was treated to a lovely recording and hung up immediately in disgust, and crawled back to the head of my bed to bury my face in a pillow. Then the guy upstairs plugged in his guitar and pretended he was a musician for a while. And the sun came out, turning my room into a greenhouse.
I gave it up. Got up. Ate a light dinner. Sat down to read a bit and chat a bit. Tomorrow is church - the second to last Mass here at university. Tomorrow I also need to return Lucy's DS charger.
That's all I've got for today. Goodnight world.
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