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I took the icky medication last night and I don't feel so bad today. I little sluggish but so far no nausea. It might hit me later, but I'm hopeful that that phase of the side effects is done. :D I may go for a walk and have some coffee and read or something. I still feel like I'm swimming in molasses, but no nausea is fabulous. No writing today or probably this week and that is OK. :D

Thank you for putting up with me when I'm obnoxiously whiny and full of complaints.

I'm still making my way through Kristin Cashore's Graceling and maybe it's because it was hyped so hard--but I'm finding it rather flawed and slightly melodramatic in places. I'm enjoying it well enough--but it's green and unripe in places.

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Of the classic sort? Snow White because I still have a gorgeous first edition of this from the year I was born:



It was the medieval looking pictures I loved most in this book. I spent hours looking at all the little details. And the empty iron slippers on the last page abandoned by the Wicked Queen after she has danced herself to death? My favorite part! Snow White and her Prince are standing hand in hand at their wedding feast and mistrels are playing music and it is all sweetness and light except that they punished the Queen by making her dance in red hot iron slippers until she fell down dead and presumably tumbled down the steps to the dungeons thus leaving no icky corpse to spoil the wedding?! There is even a dog looking curiously down the stairs. I wish I could find a picture of it online.

I was never very happy with the enchanted sleep/death of any fairy tale heroine. Waiting around until a prince comes and plants one on you? No thanks. I was a whimsical, dark humored, feminist from the start. Not terribly surprising.

While I was out reading at the coffee shop today another piece of my novel fell into place and I can get rid of something clunky--something I've long disliked, but not known how to get rid of. I'm starting to feel the gravity of that work pull me back into orbit and I'm excited about it--which is very good. Earlier this week I felt a kind of malaise about it.

!. Crazy math guy yapped at me for a while today and started the conversation even though I was reading and did not stop until he started offering to buy me cookies. He's so pathetic sometimes, but sort of sweet in a sort of creepy way. He told me that I have "beautiful white skin--like the English." Uh. OK. I said that made sense since I'm 75% Scottish and Irish. And he started to ramble about how the Irish were different and I had no idea what the hell he was trying to say. So I just nodded and smiled. Then he told me again that he always wished he was Irish. (He's Eastern European and Russian Jewish by way of Brooklyn. He likes to say he had red diapers because he parents were Stalinists in the 1930s.)

2. I cannot remember a book I had when I was about 11 and it is driving me up a wall. It was a collection of Cetlic or Scottish folk/fairy tales. It had a version of Tam Lin in it that I cannot find and I think his name was spelled differently (Tomelin or Tomlien.) I've searched and searched online and I can't find it. Maybe my parents have the book somewhere.

3. My allergies flared so badly an hour ago that I couldn't really breathe and when I tried to use the neti pot the water went down my throat because my nasal passages were too swollen. And then there was some vomiting. The life I lead is glamorous and full of phlegm. The benadryl must be clouding my brain, because I almost typed "full of pholgiston." That would be a very different kind of life. These berries taste like burning, indeed.


While looking for a "Hi, liar" image of Ralph I found this gem: