I had a book-related dream for the third time last night, and I remember it was some horror story and the pages were made of glossy paper. What is it about books that I even read them in my sleep?
Had a great Christmas 2005, and as the year draws to a close, yeah, I'm still here by the grace of God. It's something I thank Him for every year.
Now if I can just read That Hideous Strength without getting worn out... there's plenty of good stuff in there, if I can just endure the wordiness.
Cheers!
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