Untitled Suits Me

I have thoughts. Half baked, maybe, but thoughts. Feelings too, though they are sort of muted lately, worn down from over use.

I just don’t have the time or energy to turn any of it into words.

Life would be so much easier if there were an actual human around to mumble at. Full sentences wouldn’t be required, and the mere fact they are stuck looking at your face would prompt at least polite feigned interest.

But here I am, my only human interactions most days involve typing away words that people I’ll never meet (or in most cases know the name of) read. Because monologues to strangers on Tumblr still feel more like making a connection than my chatter to the beasties.**

And now I just don’t even feel like bothering with even that anymore.

**Though the beasties are unignorably responsive….rolling over for a belly rub (the pig), flopping next to me for a nap (the dog), or making an utter purring nuisance of themselves (the cats). Love you online folks, but pet feedback is rather more active than clicking like!

***sigh***

****sigh****

Just….

I have The Carpet People, BUT it’s her signed and unread, pristine book, not her reading copy.

I can’t find The Dodger’s Guide to London or The Complete Discworld Atlas. (Or the later editions of the Discworld guides after the “New”. I’m not entirely sure about counting them)

I can find two of the Long etc (Earth, War, Mars…) books he co-wrote, but not the first two, just the 3rd and 5th.

I’m currently reading The New Discworld Companion, and at my rate of reading it’ll be about a week before I’m done. Perfect timing for a poll!

Sooooo, taking into account I’m broke and I don’t have a local library (rural living, remember!) …..