I didn’t have any coffee this morning, and my head is full of fuzz. I’m not sure if it’s caused by a lack of caffeine, an allergy flair up, or something entirely different. Unfortunately, it’s making me feel like the clock is moving back a half a minute for every minute that it moves forward.
Until September of last year, I had never been a big coffee drinker, but I haven’t smoked a cigarette since 09/04 (Go me!), and in its stead, I’ve taken up a small coffee habit. It’s an acceptable trade, and I especially enjoy trips to the local bookstore and its in house coffee shop. I’ve been trying to get out more often.
Books I’ve read this year that I haven’t had the energy to write about: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank Coastliners by Joanne Harris Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke My Antonia by Willa Cather A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man – James Joyce The Postman by David Brin Spook Country by William Gibson Sundiver by David Brin Trilby by George du Maurier We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson
Other things that have been occupying space in my head: The Red Barn Murder of Maria Marten The Neolithic Ruins of Orkney Relocation: where to and how to make it happen He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by William Butler Yeats