Richard Brook

It would seem as though getting sick and then passing out for three hours is, while not a terribly enjoyable one, a rather efficient way to get rid of a migraine.

bleh. Today sucks.

Sherlock Holmes (any canon, really) and Cabin Pressure. I need them.

Y'all know what I like. I want to read stuff.

I've just realised that there are no lights on. Well, I've know that there are no lights on, because obviously, I've been sitting in the dark all day, but I've only just realised that it is actually quite dark indeed, and that maybe I should do something about it.

The lamps are all over on the other side of the room. I'm considering getting a small shelf or something to put near the sofa, on which to place the smaller of my lamps, but I'm not sure. That seems like an awful lot of work.

Perhaps I'll go take a bath and change into some of my fluffier pyjamas. These ones are comfortable, but not as comfortable as they could be. The ones I'm wearing right now are my more 'practical' pair; I can leave the house without obviously wearing pyjamas. My bright red tartan pair, while amazingly soft and fluffy, do tend to sort of scream 'pyjamas.'

Not that I mind. I still do the shopping while wearing those as well. But that's about all I'm willing to do. But I'm feeling kind of ick, and probably won't be doing anything today. Who knows? I might even get some writing done if I start feeling better after my bath.


And on the random side of life, I was just listening to iTunes, when it randomly shut off on me. The whole thing just shut down and went away. WTF?