*waves blearily*

You know what's really helpful for getting through work that you really don't want to do? Waking up every hour through the night, then waking up properly at 4am and dozing til the alarm goes off. Oh yeah. That really helps.

Fortunately, pottering around my flist always makes me feel better. Also, getting a lift to work from an equally sleepy major_jim, rustydog talking to me from my Zen and getting a rec make me feel a whole lot better. And having the Waiting Years described as "just good clean fun" amuses me more than it should. Not that it's an inaccurate description, it's just that it amused me. Maybe if I could think of my stories that way, I'd get more written! Anyway, it's a lovely, thoughtful rec that makes me go all gooey inside.

Of course, I didn't manage anything else off yesterday's to do list, but there's always today, right? My current plan for the oodles of work still left is to come in on Saturday, Monday and Tuesday, when I don't technically have to be here, and just rattle through everything I've got to do. For some reason, I tend to get more done that way. The library is closed for St Giles' Fair, which is a tacky but fun couple of days in Oxford. Because of road closures, the library shuts for a couple of days, so I can bring in some DVDs, sit at my desk and just plough through stuff. Hopefully. Otherwise, I've got a hell of a lot to do in seven days of work...

Other things that cheered me up this morning:

All The Myriad Faces by xparrot. A tag to "The Shrine", because one can never have too much Zelenka.

A Story Involving Blankets by aesc. SGA. Does exactly what it says on the tin.

Proof by maverick4oz and pollitt. I haven't had a chance to work through this artword fic yet, but it's definitely inspiring me to get on with my own!

More fic being posted to bringthehappy. Keep it coming, folks!

Oh, and the fact that I will get paid for typing today, which will put me three-quarters of the way towards the tiny little computer I want. We went in and looked at them in Curry's on Sunday and they're so cute. Want! I'm waiting til January when hopefully more models will be out and I'll actually have all the money I need, but still. WANT!

Hope everyone's week is improving now that it is no longer Monday.

Library Thing

You know, I'm fairly sure that I'm a sane and sensible human being. Well, I have moments when I'm a sane and sensible human being, else I'm pretty sure I would have been sacked by now. Anyway, after years of practice, I've managed to train myself out of buying everything in sight when I walk into a bookshop.

Oh alright.

I've stopped going into bookshops. It's safer that way. I managed a swift trip round Waterstones the other day and honestly. Kid in a sweet shop has got nothing on it. Fortunately, I have something I'm saving up for at the moment, a husband with an impressive glare and no room whatsoever for new books.

Unfortunately, this means I tend to lose all sense of proportion and rationality when I go in a library. I swear I just meant to get the odd thing to read - I'm sure my writing's suffering because I don't read enough books - I absolutely did not mean to get 9 books out. And I only took the spare bag just in case.

*ahem*

So I now have the following books and can't wait to get stuck into them:

The Interpretation of Murder by Jed Rubenfeld
Roma by Steven Saylor
White Corridor by Christopher Fowler
The Savage Garden by Mark Mills
Labyrinths by Jorge Luis Borges
Further Tales of the City by Armistead Maupin
The Biographer's Tale by A.S. Byatt
Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes by Neil Gaiman
A Teardrop on the Cheek of Time by Diana and Michael Preston (the story of the Taj Mahal) [Audiobook for while I'm working]

Any suggestions where I shoudl start, or where I should go next? I tend to choose more or less at random, which often leads to only choosing authors whose names begin with A-C, since that's how far through the fiction section I get before I can't carry any more books...

Who Do You Think You Are?

I'm spamming you guys something rotten this week, sorry, but. But.

I've just sobbed my way through a programme about Jerry Springer. Who would have thought?

Who Do You Think You Are? is always a really intriguing programme, taking people back through the family history that they never knew.

Jerry Springer's family escaped to England at the outbreak of WWII. His grandmothers were both imprisoned and died in the Holocaust. I've watched a few of the series now, and this programme is definitely the most moving, watching him come face to face with everything that his grandmothers and his parents went through. And if you can get hold of it, make sure you watch to the very end. It's worth getting hold of, and worth the watch, although I had to turn it off halfway through the first time, and pick it up again today.