Random insomnia. Woo-hoo.

[daemonluna]

Actually, said insomnia is probably not so random. I am undoubtedly awake at two am (and using too many polysyllables) because I slept in far later than I'd intended. And there was that iced Vietnamese coffee, though it was only about five pm when I had that. And randomized stress about employment, the lack thereof, and the lack of serious prospects--okay, there's been a couple postings that look vaguely promising, but only in an I sort of have a shot if they don't get anyone with all the right qualifications kind of way.

Read that as no, the public library still hasn't posted anything externally. And may fill it all internally, shuffling people around so that the only vacancies are, in fact, those that I do not have a chance in hell of getting. I'm sure it's not intentionally intended to cause me grief, but it's aggravating none-the-less.

Also, having helped three different friends move lately, and with two more moving in the next month or so... though there was that posting in Richmond and another in Saskatoon, both just what I want to be doing, I really, really, really don't want to pack up and move right now.


I stayed up too late finishing the latest Terry Prachett novel, A Hat Full of Sky, sequel to Wee Free Men. (Because "Sure, borrow it, but I need it back next week" translates into "Stay up all night and finish it, dontcha know.) And I think I'm slightly feverish, in that insomniatic too hot/too cold, the sheets are scratchy and the pillow just isn't comfortable kind of way.

However, in the interest of not feeling needlessly self-pitying any more than I already am, about the book.

It was good. It was very good. Of course, I expect no less of the latest Pratchett.

Tiffany Aching, who defeated the Queen of the Fairies with a cast-iron frying pan at the tender age of nine, is now eleven, and has been apprenticed as a witch, in an informal sort of way. And all the trials and tribulations of apprentice witching aside (pointy hats, headology, other witches, and all), she's also going to have to deal with the hive, a disemodied mind looing for a body to call home. More specifically, Tiffany's body. Chaos, much general unpleasentness, the Nac Mac Feegle, and Granny Weatherwax ensue.

However, in a spoiler-free musing kind of way, I have the very slightest inkling of a vague suspiscion that eventually, Granny Weatherwax will die, and Tiffany may just take her place. I'm hoping it doesn't happen for a good number of books yet, but the interaction between the two of them leads me to... consider the possibility.