allons enfants de la patrie

So on Thursday, it was my birthday. I had three presents from my mum, all books. This was because a) I had been rubbish about remembering to think of things I might want and b) I've honestly been thinking about other things and c) there is absolutely nothing wrong with more books.

So I have a translation of Tales of the Heike, which is a Japanese story. I also have A Slip of the Keyboard, which is Terry Pratchett's short non-fiction stuff, and Amphigorey Again, which is the fourth compilation of Edward Gorey's works. I am just missing the third one now!

I spent the day mostly watching Lost. Am now about two thirds of the way through the season six.

The off island stuff is SO MUCH FANFIC. ( spoilers? )

And then in the evening, there was a knock on the door. Which turned out to be my friend Jackie, and she had brought me some presents! Which was heck of a surprise, because usually she never remembers when my birthday is. So that was nice, and unexpected and lovely.

Yesterday was a bit of a shitter, however. Except for where I ran into Chris at the bus station, and we had a natter on the way home. That was good.

(Apart from the weird old guy on the bus who, just before he got off at his stop implored Chris to let me get a word in edgeways in the conversation. Which was not as one-sided as he thought it was?? The reason I looked dead inside was because I was tired and in a lot of pain, not because Chris was boring the shit out of me, because he wasn't).

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I have a hankering to replay Tactics Advance, because why the heck not, right?