I got to see my shieldbrother Bob, his wife, Flora, and their little one, Wolfe today. It was nice to see them. A lot of time was spent reading to little Wolfe and talking about nerdy stuff.
I’ve got a killer diller headache tonight. I’ve tried water, caffeine, chocolate, and NSAIDs. Ugh. I hope it doesn’t turn into a migraine. I’ve got stuff to do this weekend.
I hate the “sleep aid” I’ve been prescribed. It takes forever to fall asleep. Then, I sleep anywhere between one and a half and three hours and then I’m up for the rest of the night.
Woo! Made it 900 days in a row! This is pretty impressive for me. I’ve not made any of my goals for the year yet, but I am at least consistent in posting.
I had a massive headache this morning. So I put on my second favorite Hayao Miyazaki film, Howl’s Moving Castle. I found out that I don’t own Spirited Away!
I think I’m dealing with a caffeine withdrawal headache. I forgot to take caffeine pills with my morning meds and my head has been killing me all day. No amount of water has made it stop.
It’s Martin Luther King, Jr. Day here in the US. And two days to the presidential inauguration. It feels like we’re just holding our collective breath, waiting for the other metaphoric shoe, or another goddamned homegrown terrorist attack, to drop.
So, we watched the absolutely ridiculous film,Jupiter Rising, this evening; Fen, their girlfriend Kimmy, and I.
And then, to recover some brain power afterwards, we turned to an old classic, circa 1994, that Fen and I hadn’t seen in a while and that Kimmy had never seen.
Image is of a tiny, read haired girl with flowers in her hair spinning around happily.
It was tacos for dinner tonight. Low spoons means low effort meal. They put on the MST3K of Outlaw on after that, so I retired to my room. I’ve no desire to see anything based on The Books of Gor. Reading them was more than enough.
I just read a short story that was a little Purge-like called Little Monsters: A Halloween Story. It’s got an odd, emotionally detached narrator but it was engaging. Wouldn’t read it again, but it was enjoyable.
I’m going to meditate and then crash for the night.
I often make the joke that I am more “ish” than I am Jewish. It’s literally true, at least according to Ancestry.com’s results.
Anyway, how does that relate to a reading challenge? I’ll explain: one of my goals for 2021 is to read fifty two books this year. That breaks down to one a week…ish. I have a tendency to read in fits. So, it’s the -ish Challenge. A book a week-ish.