Have you ever come across a blog that reeks of domesticated, unparalleled bliss that it just makes you want to rip out your eyeballs and skewer them? A feeling which then grows into mind-numbing agitation as their words sear into the lobes of your brain and you can't navigate away from that page quickly enough.
I sound bitter.
Maybe it's the book I've just finished, The Virgin's Lover, one of those semi non-fiction books that are based on real events, fraught with rivalries, unrequitted love, and Tudor politics at the beginning of Elizabeth's reign. It didn't have a happy ending.
I get too attached to the characters, but I think that that's what defines a good book - I love hating the villain and feeling for the hero, which also means I cry a lot and my mood matches the story. Weng got a lot of "Why are guys such bastards?!" for all of yesterday and was quite relieved, I imagine, when I finally finished it.
Reading Spartan now. It's very military, like scenes from Rome: Total War, kinda slow, but it kills time waiting for FM to load. Ah, this is the life, complete and utter time wasting.
I can't really see the sun and when we're both playing FM, the hours get lost very quickly and when the sky light begins to darken slightly, we know it's dinner time.
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