Listening to the Voices in My Head

Whatever this bug I picked up is, it really likes to kick my ass. Every joint I have ever injured in the past is throbbing like a bad tooth. The queasies are no picnic either. I stayed up late last night so I could pre-order a limited publication. I ordered one for me, and one for a friend who said he couldn't stay awake long enough.

I didn't get up until almost 10am. I think Loki was a bit disconcerted that his human was still in bed so late in the day. He snuggled up, and gave me a few head snogs and head butts to wake me gently. And when I peeled one eyelid back, he started purring so loud, I thought he was going to shake his bones apart.

I still see a nap in my near future. And hopefully no one will wake me up this time.

Many good National Geographic, and other science based shows from The Discover Channel. Unfortunately at night, there is nothing but thrice reheated leftovers errrr reruns. Or some of the worst B grade movies ever put to film.

I have pretty much read through all of my Jim Butcher books, and are ready to start in on another author's series. I love reading, I really do, but I would really like to see the studios pull their heads outta their backsides and pay the writers what they well and truly deserve.

Kurt Vonnegut, the satirical novelist who captured the absurdity of war and questioned the advances of science in darkly humorous works such as "Slaughterhouse-Five" and "Cat's Cradle," died Wednesday. He was 84. The author of at least 19 novels, many of them best-sellers, as well as dozens of short stories, essays and plays, Vonnegut relished the role of a social critic