1) Oh for fuck's sake here comes the hostage situation. It's not often that I see a map at the beginning of a book and am hit with dread rather than glee, but this one keeps getting larger, which is no longer what I want at this point. XD; I KNOW WHAT MAPS MEAN.

2) Lol, the place is called Darsanga.

(page 283/750 ....which looked a lot better when I was looking at the book rather than the numbers)

ME: *doing nothing at work* I feel like I'm forgetting something...
ME: *on the internet at work* Boy, I am sure there is something I'm meant to be checking today.
ME: *gets home and checks LJ flist* Oh, the Less-Than-Epic books are up for... sale........ ...sold out.
ME: ...... *cries*

Choir today was great but my lungs hurt. Also, do not forget your music. :D; FAIL.

[EDIT] Leslie Rudd has a harem, and I want into it. That is all.

[EDIT] Oh. XD And this afternoon I hijacked Charlotte and forced her to teach me Irish. XD So now I know how to say the rough equivalents of g'day, are you well, and may I go to the bathroom. XD If Phédre has done nothing else, she has reminded me of how much I love languages.