'You could have gone out to dinner on that $22,' Superego says. 'Now you can stay in and eat mush.'
'I merely emulate Erasmus,' I reply. '"When I get a little money I buy books; and if any is left, I buy food and clothes."'
'Yeah, but Erasmus read his books.'
Erm. This is true. Still, I might read these?
The Lies of Locke Lamora, a random Hornblower to see what he reads like, the first Jane Austen Detective, and a Canadian kid's book about a little girl who has a Chinese dragon hatch from a stone her father brought back from China. Started the last on the subway. Daddy brings back a stone. Maybe it's a dragon's egg, he says. Middle of the night it hatches. Oh yeah, it *was* a dragon's egg. Oh dear. Oh well. The illustrations are nice. (Did not get A Companion to Wolves in spite of inexplicable temptation. 'But you don't like the way either of them writes.' 'Oh. Right.')
daegaer sent me an lj snowflake, which cheered me in my (viral and untreatable) sinus infection misery. However. She added a Japanese message that now there's snow. Fifteen minutes later, what do you think started falling from the sky? (looks dubiously across the Atlantic.) Maybe everything daegaer says comes true if it's in Japanese. Like the fact that Mt Fuji *is* now entirely enveloped in rubbish. Use your powers for good, daegaer! Say 'flemmings-san wa takarakuji ga atarimasu.' Or-- maybe wait till I actually *buy* some lottery tickets to ataru with.