| Current mood: |  impatient |
| Current music: | The New Pornographers |
Counting Down
When I was about 6 I used to count the days to Christmas. Then, after about 20 minutes I'd count them again and it would blow my mind that after all that time it wasn't any closer. Now I'm totally doing it again. I mean, this morning seems like it must have been at least a couple of days ago. And yet my calendar is stubbornly insisting otherwise. I'm so excited to go home you'd think I'd never been there before. Is it Friday now?
In other news, book 96 is The Beekeeper's Pupil by Sara George. It has a lot of bees and not a great deal of plot but I have an unwholesome interest in old timey science. If you have never given much thought to how bees have sex or start a swarm, you will after reading this book. Also you may start hallucinating that bits of fluff are actually bees.
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