I finished The Lady Chapel and decided not to bother finishing The Killing Club. Next is
I'm exhausted today. I just can't shake the tireds. My own fault - stayed up till 11:30pm when normal bedtime is far earlier than that. If I could wake up by myself instead of by that alarm clock thing invented by someone who never actually had to be anywhere on time, then 11:30pm would actually be an early bedtime. C'est la vie, c'est la guerre, c'est time to become independently wealthy.
Update: Face Down below the Banqueting House. by Kathy Lynn Emerson is my second book. Yes, the title really contains a period at the end.
2 comments:
I'm having the same issue with the "tireds." And I'm not supposed to drink caffeine, so coffee can't be a cure. I'm also surprised that Mr. Alarm Clock hasn't run away, what with all the dirty looks and slaps he gets from me every time he goes off in the morning. 5:30? Eff you, buddy!
I stayed up late last night too...
What's up with that?
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