ironymaiden | fever and obsession

i woke up hot to the touch today and continue to feel like ass. this is mildly compounded by the fact that C worked overtime today and then went straight to his gaming group. hell, he was out of the house before i woke up to discover it was bad to wake up. (yes, i have called him since. which i regret because he can't change anything and he is sad.) spent most of the day dozing on the couch...in a sunbeam. today was a perfectly stunning day, and i experienced no more of it than stepping onto the front porch to get the mail. it was the first time i missed the lanai from the old apartment. there i could have wrapped up in blankets and sat outside a little. i suppose i could have gone to the back yard, but i still would have felt obliged to get dressed.

in my waking moments, i've been reading The Eyre Affair. (don't follow the link if you're wary of spoilers. the lit crowd thinks it needs to be explained completely...fuckers.) it's charming. the evangelistic Baconian/Marlovian/DeVerians delight me- they're all too real. i appear to be good for all of the lit references except for Martin Chuzzlewit; i was never that into Dickens. i wonder what it would be like to read this without knowing Jane Eyre. i've had a crush on Mr. Rochester since i was thirteen.

i love reading books that recognize readers. last night, as i was falling asleep i looked at the towering piles in the bedroom and reminded myself that we need at least one more bookcase. our place is full of piles of books. i find it comforting. i need to see them. i suppose we could box some up and put them in the attic (although i'm pretty sure that there's a varmint population that would love some fresh nesting material) but if i can't be surrounded by their presence, they might as well be at a used bookstore waiting to make someone else happy. storing them would kill me. they were easily half the weight of our cross-country move. now i'm thinking about how 60 years from now the neighbors will smell something horrible and discover me and C crushed by tottering piles of books. (which reminds me - what's that book with the house full of pieces of paper and the little guy whose sole purpose in life is to remember where they are so that he can retrieve the info for others?)

now i must make myself eat something besides water and the World's Most Delicious Apple that i had earlier. no karaoke for me tonight :(