Good jumping Jebus, what a day. Up at the crack of 6 am, a time that normally exists for me only as an abstract concept, to drive the over two hours to Stevens Pass. Then a very tiring day of snowboarding, then home the same way (after digging the car out from under the seven inches of snow that fell while we were there). I’m supposed to write an article for the Daily right now, but I just don’t have the brainpower – the same goes for regaling you with stories of my second-ever time snowboarding on this site. Both of those things will happen tomorrow, when just adhering to the rules of grammar and spelling hopefully will no longer feel like slogging through four feet of mud, naked, with a gibbering wallaby strapped to my back. Cripes. Sleep…
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The Player of Games (Culture, #2)
Consider Phlebas (Culture, #1)
A Confederacy of Dunces
The Handmaid’s Tale
Middlesex
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