Ah, cold & flu season. I had a minor cold a few weeks ago (when my boss bought me some beautiful flowers to celebrate my being at the company for 9 years). It's over now, but the fun part is beginning. The horrible asthma, inability to breathe, and coughing so loud I feel sorry for my neighbours.
Haha, I like that it's so easy to piss George off. Just one cough and he cringes and glares at me. Oh well. I'm on funky cough medicine, an asthma preventive that looks like a bubble gum dispenser, and enough ventolin to make me dizzy. Still with the coughing. Fingers crossed it goes away soon.
Hey, I'm alcohol free at the moment. I don't miss it really - the main issue is Friday nights. George and I like coming home on a Friday afternoon and cracking open a bottle (or three) of champagne while we cook something complicated. Maybe it's so we'll be too drunk to realise it tastes bad ;) Seriously though, that's all I'm missing about it. Just a slight craving on Friday nights to have a glass or so.
I went to the video store the other night and rented out
Blast from the Past. You know, the one with Brendan Fraser. Ah, he was so adorkable. But for some reason I can't stop playing it in the background while I'm doing things. And that song (Mr. Zoot Suit, by the Flying Neutrinos) is just.. great. So now I'm playing the only similar music I have - Cherry Poppin' Daddies. If anyone has any music recs along those lines, pass 'em on, yeah?
We're sleeping in the spare bedroom at the moment because it's warmer, but George & I are too lazy to plug the TV & DVD player in. Probably not laziness, really. G probably knows that I'll trip over them every night until I land myself in hospital. But the point was that I've been reading instead of watching TV. Sort of annoying. Took me ages to finish
Pride & Prejudice & Zombies because I was so tired. (I didn't mind it, by the way. I lol'd a few times, but I prefer the original much better). But now I'm stuck about what I want to read. I literally have 5 books on my bedside table, and I'm switching between them each night depending on my mood. Haha, and they're all re-reads, all books I've read before.
I've got
Jane Eyre,
Pride & Prejudice (both in these GORGEOUS little tiny versions that can almost fit in your pocket), one of the
Twilight books (don't ask),
P&P&Z (too lazy to type the whole thing again, but not lazy enough to tell you that) and one of the
Earth's Children books.
Plains of Passage, I think. God, the sex in those books gets old. How can people stand to read bodice rippers all the time? Maybe it's just because it's the same characters. You can only see the words "jutting manhood" so many times before your eyeballs start to bleed. Lucky for the author that the story is actually interesting, and that I've read the books enough times to know when the smut is about to commence (and I can therefore skip the next few pages).
I'm keen to buy this book I've heard about:
Eats, Shoots & Leaves, by Lynne Truss.
A panda walks into a caf. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and proceeds to fire it at the other patrons.
'Why?' asks the confused, surviving waiter amidst the carnage, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
'Well, I'm a panda', he says, at the door. 'Look it up.'
The waiter turns to the relevant entry in the manual and, sure enough, finds an explanation. 'Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves.'
It looks good. Not something readily available in Oz, but I think I'll have to order it in from the UK on my next payday. Hey, my geeky bookshelves needs to be fuller in order to convince G that I need another one, OK?