Pages for You

I just read a book that was so beautiful and brilliant and achingly poignant... it's completely overwhelmed my morning and made anything I could do completely trivial, and all I could do for twenty minutes afterwards was lie in bed and cry.

...It's times like this when I don't think I could do NaNoWriMo.

The book? Pages for You by Sylvia Brownrigg.

Nothing but a beggar

My dad's having another dinner party. It is loud. So I have turned my music up. Loud emo music.

Why am I emo? I am emo about my doomed, tragic love for Barbara Streisand. It's making me sexually frustrated too, apparently.

Yes.

In other news, Valkyrja is level 29 now. I bought her a nice blue bow for 20g yesterday. I felt like splurging a bit on her. I should PvP with her now that I've gotten her some nice(r) gear. But the urge to level her up to 30 is overwhelming. FEIGN DEATH FOR THE WIN.

I need to read Njals saga for my Vikings 'exam' on Monday. I also need to do my Old English Translation of the martyrdom of King Edmund (Vikings shoot him full of arrows, then cut off his head, or something - rather like Xena in FIN, actually, come to think of it... not that FIN ever happened...). I shall go do that now.

K bai.