i had stuff to do but don’t want to do it. lazed around in bed reading, and day dreaming quite lovely little day dreams, until mom came with the umbrellas and ruined my day and put me in a bad mood. went back to bed to read after she left, but continued in the bad mood. blah. i still have to shower, then chop broccoli, clean…

a note on the day dreams. they weren’t really day dreams at all (cuz i was reading), but just…feelings. it’s hard to explain. i have spent many hours throughout my education day dreaming. and this wasn’t the same thing. it wasn’t thinking of a sort of plot, or…watching a scene in my imagination…it was just a feeling. and it was wonderful. some images accompanied the feeling, but it definitely was not like watching my imagination on tv. anyway…

finished song of susannah. i have some issues with it. i’m a bit confused, as unless i forgot something, there are some continuity issues. just emailed brian about it, maybe i just forgot things. i also hate when writers write themselves into their novels. it just screams EGO to me. it ended up making sense in the book, once he really came into it, but at first when they kept just mentioning stephen king, it was like HELLO LAME. i still have issues with it though.

i liked it. but it didn’t really scream at me all that much. for whatever reason. i think i liked calla better…i dunno. it’s hard to place the books into any kind of order of “liking”…they just are.

i should eat something before my head explodes.