Ugh

I am officially sick and tired of being sick and tired. I only seem to have enough juice to make it through 50-60% of a day at this point. I have little brain, and have become extremely flakey, missing phone calls and e-mails as I wander about in a daze.

Even with the e-mail from my mother, and a reminder from my phone and e-mail, I mamaged to not call my brother to wish him a happy birthday yesterday. I am the worst non-abusive family person evar.

( To doom list )

To read list

Now that we've sorted all of our books, I can't use my old method of tracking incoming books (which is to say; newer stuff is near the top of the heap). So, to that end, I'm going to try to track new stuff I want to read here.


Fiction:
Renfield by Barbara Hambley
Shadowplay by Tad Williams
Cursor's Fury by Jim Butcher
Tourmaline by Paul Park

Non-fiction:
The Rebel Sell by Joseph Heath

argh

I've been worn out all day.

I had a big mug of tea.

Naturally, now I cannot sleep. Even a bit. Even booze has failed me! Between the coughing and the caffeine, there is no sleep.

A spoonful of honey has been taken. Let's see how round two goes...

Tomorrow will hit me like a fist in the face, I fear.