I got a lot of sleep this afternoon, which was nice, but shortly after I woke up the world began to annoy me in various tiny ways which eventually begin to add up. I'm now going back to bed, along with my copy of Ursula Hegi's book Stones from the River, of which I'm on page 25, and which, for illscientist's information, is another of those Oprah books which he doesn't want to read.
It's about a dwarf, and is therefore causing me to feel like I'm reading it with Justin looking over my shoulder making snide comments. Which is not to say it's bad; it isn't. He'd just be inclined to make snide comments at pretty much anything.