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The cold got worse. When I woke up this morning, it was actually painful to breathe. Which meant that I took the day off of work. Sadly, it also meant that I had to miss the final AASoc series night of the term. I'm going to be stuck wondering what became of Sousuke and Kaname. Oh well, I hope it won't be too long until I can see all you nice AASoc people again.
To make up for the missing series night, I watched some episodes of Paradise Kiss and Ghost In The Shell SAC 2nd Gig. Parakiss is showing quite well that what you think about someone to begin with seldom proves to be true in the long run. Caroline and George's relationship is getting to be rather fascinating stuff.
I also managed to finish a book for a change. Earthlight by Arthur C Clarke. Okay, it's only 160 pages, but it seems depressingly rare these days that I see a book through to the end. It's a novel that I haven't seen in current publication, and I'm rather puzzled why. There's nothing like a good bit of political intrigue combined with a revision lesson in high school physics. I suppose it retreads a little too much familiar territory, but I don't think I've read any other Clarke books about outright war.
Having a cold is always a good excuse for an Indian carry-out, and the Royal India in Corstorphine kindly posted us a menu this morning. I am pleased to report that their cooking is far richer in flavour than that of my local Indian, so no more will I be stuck in times of desperation without a decent curry.
To make up for the missing series night, I watched some episodes of Paradise Kiss and Ghost In The Shell SAC 2nd Gig. Parakiss is showing quite well that what you think about someone to begin with seldom proves to be true in the long run. Caroline and George's relationship is getting to be rather fascinating stuff.
I also managed to finish a book for a change. Earthlight by Arthur C Clarke. Okay, it's only 160 pages, but it seems depressingly rare these days that I see a book through to the end. It's a novel that I haven't seen in current publication, and I'm rather puzzled why. There's nothing like a good bit of political intrigue combined with a revision lesson in high school physics. I suppose it retreads a little too much familiar territory, but I don't think I've read any other Clarke books about outright war.
Having a cold is always a good excuse for an Indian carry-out, and the Royal India in Corstorphine kindly posted us a menu this morning. I am pleased to report that their cooking is far richer in flavour than that of my local Indian, so no more will I be stuck in times of desperation without a decent curry.
