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yeah, lists
Things I have recently finished:
- Chuck S1. I NEED MORE ZACHARY LEVI IN MY LIFE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. (Relatedly: how close am I to sneaking off to the cinema and just buying myself a ticket for Tangled and watching it ALL ON MY OWN? Kind of embarrassingly close. Luckily (??) my money situation is weep-inducing, so this probably won't happen.)
- The volume of Carol Ann Duffy's poems that I bought in Oxford. I think if you asked me right now what sort of poet I would like to be, I would tell you 'the unholy hybrid of CAD and Wilfred Owen'.
Things I have recently begun:
(Okay, Thing:)
- Patrick Rothfuss's The Name of the Wind, which my sister forced upon me. I'd forgotten how satisfying good high fantasy could be, having gorged on it in high school and abandoned it at the age of 15 pleading surfeit. I think the writing is excellent but I do wish the protagonist were a little less perfect; however, I'm only a third of the way through, so maybe he will yet develop a flaw. (I doubt it.)
& Miscellany:
- For dinner tonight we made the most delicious prawns I have ever had in my life, and all we had to do was shell the buggers and marinate them in oil & garlic & chilli and then shove them onto the grilling plate for a while. SO GOOD.
- Today I put on and removed half a thousand casts at the paediatric fracture clinic. Highlights: the girl who screamed up a tempest as soon as I started the saw (THANKS FOR MAKING ME LOOK LIKE HANNIBAL LECTER, KIDDO) and the boy who firmly, repeatedly, unshakeably expressed his desire for a bright pink cast, despite his mother helpfully reminding him that the other kids at school would call him a poof.
- If I don't scrape up the ability to write anything soon I will fucking explode. This is getting ridiculous.
- STOP DANGLING PAID ACCOUNTS IN FRONT OF ME, LJ, I FEEL POOR ENOUGH ALREADY.
- Chuck S1. I NEED MORE ZACHARY LEVI IN MY LIFE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. (Relatedly: how close am I to sneaking off to the cinema and just buying myself a ticket for Tangled and watching it ALL ON MY OWN? Kind of embarrassingly close. Luckily (??) my money situation is weep-inducing, so this probably won't happen.)
- The volume of Carol Ann Duffy's poems that I bought in Oxford. I think if you asked me right now what sort of poet I would like to be, I would tell you 'the unholy hybrid of CAD and Wilfred Owen'.
Things I have recently begun:
(Okay, Thing:)
- Patrick Rothfuss's The Name of the Wind, which my sister forced upon me. I'd forgotten how satisfying good high fantasy could be, having gorged on it in high school and abandoned it at the age of 15 pleading surfeit. I think the writing is excellent but I do wish the protagonist were a little less perfect; however, I'm only a third of the way through, so maybe he will yet develop a flaw. (I doubt it.)
& Miscellany:
- For dinner tonight we made the most delicious prawns I have ever had in my life, and all we had to do was shell the buggers and marinate them in oil & garlic & chilli and then shove them onto the grilling plate for a while. SO GOOD.
- Today I put on and removed half a thousand casts at the paediatric fracture clinic. Highlights: the girl who screamed up a tempest as soon as I started the saw (THANKS FOR MAKING ME LOOK LIKE HANNIBAL LECTER, KIDDO) and the boy who firmly, repeatedly, unshakeably expressed his desire for a bright pink cast, despite his mother helpfully reminding him that the other kids at school would call him a poof.
- If I don't scrape up the ability to write anything soon I will fucking explode. This is getting ridiculous.
- STOP DANGLING PAID ACCOUNTS IN FRONT OF ME, LJ, I FEEL POOR ENOUGH ALREADY.