Hi there – I'm up. Still Alive. The third codral of the day has something different in it that knocks you out. (And leaves you dehydrated) So I've been in bed for 12 hours. Amazing really. I'm always awake early. So it knocked me out at about 9pm. Now I feel kind of dirty and sluggish – I always feel like that when I stay in bed too long. All soft and yucky.
Before I went to sleep I was reading – P.S. I Love You, which I was finding extremely boring. Glad I didn't see the movie. Anyway these four girls went out and got so drunk that the next day they coudn't remember anything that had happened. So when I went to sleep I had this dream and I dreamt what happened to all of them. Like individual dreams for each of their nights. God, it was awful. The book is so boring I have to re write it in my dreams.
I think its because its Irish. I don't usually enjoy english/irish/scottish books. I find Scottish particularly hard to read. Thats because I read books with the accent used and scottish tend to leave me sounding like Billy Connelly after a few too many drinks.( Must say though Misery I do enjoy Maeve Binchy).
I also just finished a Dean Koontz one – The Good Guy. It was ok – gone off him a bit lately. Wasn't happy with the ending but I liked the characters. They all had a good sense of humour. You'll knock it over in a couple of sessions.
Now the library isn't open until tomorrow so I have to either keep on with P.S. or buy a new one. Which requires dressing and leaving the house. Hmmm. Shall go and peruse the weather before making that decision.