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Feb. 10th, 2003 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelophileHmm, much more even mood this morning, not for any particular reason. Well, maybe a couple. I'm still obviously very stressed about work - I can feel every muscle in my back clenched tight. It's a horrible feeling. Dunno why I'm so stressed still. I suppose because I went straight from deadline into this adsl business with no cooling off period.
Ugh, cleaned my desk this morning. Smell of polish getting up my nostrils. Ugh, horrible.
So what have I been thnking about today? Actually, rang up my friend, and possibly my best friend, Andy last night. Fairly late by the time I got through to him and he seemed a little quieter than normal, which was probably just down to the latness of the hour. And since I was in a pissy mood I was probably on edge. Botched to him for a bit and felt a lot better about things. I have the feeling, or know anyway, that he's feeling a little caged by his own job too, although he's always had a lot more relaxed attitude to it than I have. Had a good talk anyway, his slight quietness excepted. Always good to talk to a friend and its been a couple of months since we last hooked up for a natter, so all is good.
Was about midnight when I came off the phone and settled down to continue reading The Bottoms, which is the slightly stupid tile of the Joe R. Lansdale book I was raving about the other day. Bad idea. I sat in bed and read it and come 2 o'clock was still reading it. It really is one of those books that I couldn't put down. Thankfully by that point I wasn't far from the end. Well...okay, I was a third of the way through the book when I picked it up, having had two good run ins at it before. So it was pushing 2.30 by the time I finally finished it. It really is a -good- book, one of the best I've read for some considerable time. Really evocative. And the fact that the author can make you feel sympathy for characters that appeared in the book for one or two paragraphs, or some not at all, is quite a feat. I was a little bit disappointed by the final revelation as to who the killer was, it not really coming as a surprise because I'd worked it out, and how a couple of other red herrings resolved themsleves so there wasn;t much of a -twist- in the end. I like with crime books to try and figure out the motive as well as the culprit and unfortunately in this case, as the killer was a serial killer, the actual motive was pretty much obscured. Serial killers aren't rational and so this lack of any real motive seemed to be the book's only weak point.
Have to check out the bookshop, see if his latest has come out in paperback yet. Another must buy.
Hmm, better get on I guess.
Ugh, cleaned my desk this morning. Smell of polish getting up my nostrils. Ugh, horrible.
So what have I been thnking about today? Actually, rang up my friend, and possibly my best friend, Andy last night. Fairly late by the time I got through to him and he seemed a little quieter than normal, which was probably just down to the latness of the hour. And since I was in a pissy mood I was probably on edge. Botched to him for a bit and felt a lot better about things. I have the feeling, or know anyway, that he's feeling a little caged by his own job too, although he's always had a lot more relaxed attitude to it than I have. Had a good talk anyway, his slight quietness excepted. Always good to talk to a friend and its been a couple of months since we last hooked up for a natter, so all is good.
Was about midnight when I came off the phone and settled down to continue reading The Bottoms, which is the slightly stupid tile of the Joe R. Lansdale book I was raving about the other day. Bad idea. I sat in bed and read it and come 2 o'clock was still reading it. It really is one of those books that I couldn't put down. Thankfully by that point I wasn't far from the end. Well...okay, I was a third of the way through the book when I picked it up, having had two good run ins at it before. So it was pushing 2.30 by the time I finally finished it. It really is a -good- book, one of the best I've read for some considerable time. Really evocative. And the fact that the author can make you feel sympathy for characters that appeared in the book for one or two paragraphs, or some not at all, is quite a feat. I was a little bit disappointed by the final revelation as to who the killer was, it not really coming as a surprise because I'd worked it out, and how a couple of other red herrings resolved themsleves so there wasn;t much of a -twist- in the end. I like with crime books to try and figure out the motive as well as the culprit and unfortunately in this case, as the killer was a serial killer, the actual motive was pretty much obscured. Serial killers aren't rational and so this lack of any real motive seemed to be the book's only weak point.
Have to check out the bookshop, see if his latest has come out in paperback yet. Another must buy.
Hmm, better get on I guess.
