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sickish and bookish

I am not a morning person.

(Hell, I'm not even a morning blogger.)

This morning was particularly bad, though. My stomach is all crampyspice. I didn't feel well all weekend -- sat around the house like an agoraphobic. My couch is all butt-indented.

Luckily, I was able to take a half day off. Now I'm home sitting on my butt-indented couch, chillaxing.

Ahh, the afternoon is mine. Aside from stirring my husband's chili every thirty minutes, I can do whateveriwant for the rest of the day.

Perhaps I can start book number two of the one hundred I vowed to read in 2010. (Yeah, I'd better get a move on. I can't be taking ten days to read one book... but in my defense, THE LITTLE FRIEND was 555 pages long.)

So, in case you're interested, here's my to-be-read list. These titles, recently purchased from Half Price Books, cost me a mere $24.90.

Sue Miller's LOST IN THE FOREST
Nick Hornby's HOW TO BE GOOD
Kelly Corrigan's THE MIDDLE PLACE
Milan Kundera's THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
Jeffrey Eugenides' MIDDLESEX
Christopher Buckley's NO WAY TO TREAT A FIRST LADY
Jonaathan S. Foer's EXTREMELY LOUD AND INCREDIBLY CLOSE

I can't decide where to start.

First, I'll catch up on my reader and write a little to try to distract myself from this bellyache. (Perhaps all the coffee I had this morning was not in my best interest.)

(It was worth it, though.)

(I'm really nasty tired in the morning without coffee.)

Comments

Anonymous said…
Crampy Spice? Wasn't she the one with the Midol earrings?

Christopher Buckley is very, very funny. Start with No Way if you want to laugh.
Crampyspice was the one who was bloated and bi-otchy.

I loved Buckley's Boomsday. I was just about to crack open Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close - already tweeted that I'm reading it. But Buckley will be next in line fo shizzle.
carissajade said…
I say go with Nick Hornby's How to be Good!!

Actually, I just say that because it's in my stack to read and I wanna hear its great so I will get on that shiz!

Hope you feel better!
Wendy Sparrow said…
Sorry you feel lousy. *hugs*
Melissa Hurst said…
Hope you feel better! Good luck with the 100 book challenge. I'd love to participate, but I know there's no way I'll be able to do that. I think I'll shoot for 50.
BK Mattingly said…
I hope you feel better :) I am not a morning person either and I have to take a class at 8AM this semester. Did I forget to mention its like 2 miles away and freezing cold? Yeah, no fun. I just restocked my coffee supplies. I don't think I could make this class without it. :)
Tina Lynn said…
I'm Crampy Spice, too. Must be something in the air.
Jm Diaz said…
I was always partial to Posh Spice.. though Ginger Spice wasn't too bad to look at.

Why are we talking about spices?

Anyway, 100 books? That's a lofty goal... good luck.
@ Carissa: Tell me when you start reading your Hornby, and we can read it together and talk about it and stuff. :)

@ Wendy: *hugs back to you.*

@ Melissa: When I signed up, I thought 100 books would be a cake walk. Then I realized I need to read one book every 3.65 days and I thought, "What HAVE I gotten myself into?"

@ Bethany: Living two miles from anywhere is so annoying in the winter -- the car doesn't have time to get even remotely warm.

@ Tina: Are we finally on the same cycle?!

@ JM: You are out-of-the-loop-spice. :) (You can pretty much just say spice after anything.)

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