the flying squirrel

A week of <6 hour nights isn't good for me. It's not my fault. I finally got into Goblet of Fire. I read before bed, you see. I started months and months ago, but I was struggling to get through the first 100 pages. Now that I'm about three quarters of the way though, it's a bit harder to put it down at night. Staying up till 2am doesn't make for a productive work day, even if I do drag myself in around 10.

Neat book, though. I can see what they mean by it getting darker. On the surface it's still pretty light and fluffy. It's the undercurrents that make it interesting. I hope J.K. knows what she's doing. She's building up a lot for the end of the series. It's pretty easy to blow it in that sort of situation. If she pulls it off, though, it'll be wonderful.

I should be in bed now, actually. Besides Harry, I haven't been sleeping well in general. Yes, there's the bed, which I should do something about. There's also, I dunno, pent up nervous energy I'm not dealing with. I dunno. It would help if I actually got some exercise or something. Sitting around all day doesn't do anything for me. But it's too damn cold ( and slippery) to go out walking much. Stupid winter.

My mom keeps telling me to get a membership at a gym. Thanks, but no thanks. I'm quite self-conscious enough as it is.