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I waited a little too long to turn on the rads - it's so cold in my living room that my nose is running - it's negative 12 Celcius out, with a windchill of negative 24. I can hear the wind howling around the corner of my building - it's all very Gothic: I expect Heathcliffe to come stamping across the threshold any moment.
Today, apart from kicking much ass at the office - take that, motherfrakkin' paperwork - I rediscovered my love of the library. Not that I ever stopped loving the library, as a concept, anyway. Today, though, today I went to the library to see if the copy of Mistral's Kiss was still in the seven-day loan section and walked out with not only Laurell K. Hamilton's lastest offence against the corpus of English Literature and good taste (seriously, 80 pages in and all the characters have done is fuck - and the sad part is that it's not even good porn), but 12 Sharp, Janet Evanovitch, Sleeping with the Fishes, Mary Janice Davidson, Rust and Bone, Craig Davidson and The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini - Hosseini, Evanovitch and Hamilton need to be back in seven days but, as I'm already halfway done Mistral's Kiss, I don't expect this to be a problem.
As an aside - I see the Dion-bashing ad one more time... gah. The Prime Minister is an asshole. I hope he gets trampled to death by a roving herd of syphilitic mutant mountain goats, who have been given strange and awesome powers by the GIANT FUCKING CLOUD of AIR POLLUTION ABOUT TO EAT BEJING!!!!!!!! Fucker. Lying, hypocritical fucker. I want to take his green plan and shove it where the oil sands don't gasify....
Anyway, books; many, many lovely books for me to read while I sit here freezing in my apartment. *brrrr*
Today, apart from kicking much ass at the office - take that, motherfrakkin' paperwork - I rediscovered my love of the library. Not that I ever stopped loving the library, as a concept, anyway. Today, though, today I went to the library to see if the copy of Mistral's Kiss was still in the seven-day loan section and walked out with not only Laurell K. Hamilton's lastest offence against the corpus of English Literature and good taste (seriously, 80 pages in and all the characters have done is fuck - and the sad part is that it's not even good porn), but 12 Sharp, Janet Evanovitch, Sleeping with the Fishes, Mary Janice Davidson, Rust and Bone, Craig Davidson and The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini - Hosseini, Evanovitch and Hamilton need to be back in seven days but, as I'm already halfway done Mistral's Kiss, I don't expect this to be a problem.
As an aside - I see the Dion-bashing ad one more time... gah. The Prime Minister is an asshole. I hope he gets trampled to death by a roving herd of syphilitic mutant mountain goats, who have been given strange and awesome powers by the GIANT FUCKING CLOUD of AIR POLLUTION ABOUT TO EAT BEJING!!!!!!!! Fucker. Lying, hypocritical fucker. I want to take his green plan and shove it where the oil sands don't gasify....
Anyway, books; many, many lovely books for me to read while I sit here freezing in my apartment. *brrrr*