Recap: Hogswatch?

You really have to wonder about some of the names of the winter holidays, especially since there are so many of them. Very diverse, they are, but that would only make sense because, let's face it, no matter what culture or background you came from, everyone needs a good long holiday to look forward to in the middle of winter.

Being introduced to Robert Earl Keen, it seems, and wishing that I had faster internet connection but oh--the joy of being home does come with it's prices (joking. Well, sort of.)

Introduced my parents to Santana Row yesterday, for their first time. Mother quite liked the...I suppose you would call it structure, but we missed out on the giant chess pieces (anyone knew where they went?). I drove there, being held to the request that I should practice driving still, occasionally, and we stopped at B&N along the way because we're a family of bookworms and my parents promised to buy me a new book every Christmas and every birthday and they had a booksale and I got Longfellow's poem collection (it's almost insulting that it's brand new and costed only a dollar) and mother got me this small...it's called berry bonsai and I really should do something about these odd run-on sentences of mine.
And now my parents think that I'll read anything that has an antique-looking cover which is, of course, not true. GOOD OMENS being an example. The fairy book that Kate got me being another one though, admittedly, it looked like something that belongs in a display case in a folklore museum. But that's mostly because in my world, any book that has a cover like that automatically deserves a display case.

Have been sleeping around ten hours a day right now and so I wish...oh I don't know, Lucy. There can be many reasons why you'd still want to be sleeping at one pm so I think I'll just say that I hope you're getting just the right amount of sleep, whatever that amount may be. And that time wasted, even if you don't feel it, is still wasted because there is the high probability that one day you will realize that it will be wasted and THEN you will KNOW that that time is wasted. Sorry about the circular logic but I don't think I can do any better without typing an entire essay on it.

Also, before I retire offline again, let's all wish luck on Kate's wall, where plasters, I think, are continuing their unwanted but persistent migration downwards.


LOLITA- Vladimir Nabokov- 309