Pacing

I’m bereft.

I sped through ‘Dead Man Rising’ and now I have to wait until Waterstones deposits the next installment on my front door which is going to take 3 – 5 days.

Dagnammit, why didn’t I pace myself. I have absolutley no discipline.

Now, I am going to have to distract myself with something else when all I want is to get on with the next installment of Dante Valentine’s twisted life. Humph.

Would re-reading the first book again be construed as overkill, obsessive perhaps? Ahh who cares, it’s a story. I’m loving it, I’m gonna re-read it.

 

Perfect Day

I’m just having the most perfect day today.

It’s stormy outside, all black clouds and thunder and the wind is whipping the rain in sheets against my window, and I’m all cosy and warm inside with a cup of coffee, enjoying a fantastic book that is so effortless to read. My budgies are sitting, almost kissing and making little love noises to each other which by the way is just the cutest and I think I have a very good chance at getting the job I interviewed for yesterday.

Some days just don’t get any better.