I've made a real effort the past two years to only read new stuff because I was a serial re-reader for years. Even on really bad days I try to only reread absolute favorite scenes.

And yet more than ever I feel like I'll never get to read all of the books I want to. There are just too many.

I'm struggling to just get through my fiction magazines lately. Novels and nonfiction = too much.

Keep buying books, though. It's a sickness.

I have a big stack on my TBR pile -- Quiet and Sixth Extinction top the list. But I'm currently reading Burial Rites which is so damned depressing, while still being beautiful. I just don't want to read a Big Heavy after it. I also have The Girls of Atomic City waiting.

I am making pretty good progress through The Cool Impossible. Running likes carrots.

I just got back from the theater. I saw Two Noble Kinsmen, a lesser-known Shakespeare play (strictly speaking, Shakespeare and Fletcher, and I'm inclined to think it's heavy on the Fletcher). It was in an outdoor theater, and there was belly dancing and gymnastics before hand, and fire dancers during intermission. The weather was perfect, I was there with friends, and it was just generally a delightful experience.

One of the good things about all the travel I do is it gives me lots of reading time on planes.

It seems grossly unfair to wake up with a stomachache on the second day of a three-day weekend.

Timelies all!

One nice thing about this hotel is that free wi-fi is available all throughout the hotel, not just in the lobby.

It seems grossly unfair to wake up with a stomachache on the second day of a three-day weekend.

I woke up with a bad cold Friday. We've had gorgeous weather all weekend and a family party today that I probably won't be going to. Damn it.

And I would sell my soul to stop coughing.

That sucks, I'm sorry. At least I didn't have actual plans to be spoilt.

Hooray for wifi, Sheryl!