More books arrived for me today! Thankfully my mother does not get the mail.
- The Elements of Style, original edition, by William Strunk, Jr. (IT WAS THREE DOLLARS. THREE. DOLLARS. :D!)
- The Demon's Lexicon by Sarah Rees Brennan (aka mistful@LJ aka She of the LOLarious Book Reviews)
- Thomas the Rhymer by Ellen Kushner (which promises to be excellent)
- Scarlet and the White Wolf by Kirby Crow (which promises to be trashy and hilarious)
- Travels with a Tangerine by Tim Mackintosh-Smith (which promises to be full of the adventures of Ibn Battutah for whom I may or may not profess true love across time)

The Granada Holmes OST also arrived, and I am enjoying the Wren Orchestra of London and the Gabrieli String Quartet (and occasionally the St Paul's Cathedral Choir) as I type.

And now I should really stop buying books, or I will need more than one new bookshelf before the end of the year, and there is no room for a second, let alone a third.

Felt much better today, until about 12.30, when I took more paracetamol and perked up again with lunch for a few hours, and then went steadily downhill again from about 3pm. Still feeling queasy, but will go to bed as soon as I work out where my mother is and whether she wants anything done about dinner. Got a fair bit done today, anyway, which is good.

Tomorrow, work, lunch for Dani who is leaving us (T_T), and shopping after work for a dress for the wedding. I hope that Cue dress suits, but it more than likely won't, and this will mean hunting, and you know how I hate it when I can't just walk in, buy something, and run immediately back to a crowd-free zone. Perhaps if I frequently warn people I am feeling ill they will give me a wide berth. (HAH.)

[EDIT] ignite, I cannot believe I just read that book before midnight. What utter trash. And not even trash with payoff for all its bloody setting up! Two kisses?! What faggotry is this?!