Harry Potter and the Narcoleptic of DoomA 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. comments:This post is archived. Comments are disabled. Feel free to send me email if you have something to say. | |
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