Gods, I hate Thursdays.
Before work last night I purchased The Chronicles of Narnia, and even though I'm not technically done reading Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer, which is not a bad book, I think I'll probably read The Magician's Nephew to-day. Just because I've been so in the mood for fantasy literature lately. It'll be very much a comfort read.
Well. My clothes are on the bed, just waiting for me to get into them. I suppose I should go somewhere to eat . . .