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serynI saw the newest kind of Kindle. I have to say that yes, $139 is much more in line with what I think the e-reader should cost. There's a rumor of further holiday discounts (I'm not inventing that rumor either.) The screen's a little small, but the device could fit in the inside pocket of a sport coat.
[I like a lot of the ideas found in men's clothes. Especially all the pockets. Sometimes I think men's suits are like those specialty garments magicians use. There's a pocket for dangly watches and men haven't carried those for a century or more.
Funny side story about that: when the first Harry Potter movie came out, there were all these women in the fandom talking about how they wanted to get Snape naked. (because they think Alan Rickman is sexy.) I said, "Oh yeah, me too. Then I could steal his clothes!" You can see I totally don't fit in with other women.
You know the other thing those suitcoat lining pockets are good for? Tampons. You can keep one with you during your period so if you have a minute between meetings you can duck out to use the restroom without going back to your desk for your purse or making a fuss with your bag. But they don't get crushed in the coat pocket when you sit and it's not the pocket with your keys for accidental destashing.]
Yesterday was so horrible I went to bed about 9pm. I was completely dead asleep until about 11:30 when my SO came in, put his arm over me so solidly that the *whuuuump* noise as it broke through the gravitational event horizon woke me up. It didn't hurt or anything, it was just really loud. He must be really fast; his arm makes a sonic boom. Then I was awake, with a dreadful headache, deathly thirsty, hot, and absolutely crushingly tired. I got up, had some water, changed my pajamas, then blearily lost several games of backgammon against the computer while sucking down the rest of a quart of water (I have straws so I don't have to lift the multi-pound glass.)
When the alarm went off this morning I thought the morning was way too early. It was so early, it was probably yesterday's morning running a smidge behind.
I went back to sleep. When I woke up, there was no milk for coffee or cereal. So I drank some more water and went grocery shopping. Amazing how a nascent headache, fighting off what feels like a killer dose of zombie virus, and a lack of caffeine and food will do for your food budget. I couldn't make any choices between things. So whatever we needed, I bought several of. List says ham or turkey. We have 2 kinds of ham and some turkey. List says cheese; I bought cream, cheddar, and swiss. I needed mustard, so I bought 3 kinds. I spent fully twice what I spent last week. I don't even care.
I'm starting to think it's no wonder I can't hold a job down after pouncing on it. All it takes to make me feel ill is an hour on the phone with the cable company, arguments with 2 different dentists, a 2000% increase in car repair expenses, neighbors in my building who were burgled, and 2 hours teaching children. That's the kind of day normal people have every day, plus those people go to work and do laundry and call their mothers.
[I like a lot of the ideas found in men's clothes. Especially all the pockets. Sometimes I think men's suits are like those specialty garments magicians use. There's a pocket for dangly watches and men haven't carried those for a century or more.
Funny side story about that: when the first Harry Potter movie came out, there were all these women in the fandom talking about how they wanted to get Snape naked. (because they think Alan Rickman is sexy.) I said, "Oh yeah, me too. Then I could steal his clothes!" You can see I totally don't fit in with other women.
You know the other thing those suitcoat lining pockets are good for? Tampons. You can keep one with you during your period so if you have a minute between meetings you can duck out to use the restroom without going back to your desk for your purse or making a fuss with your bag. But they don't get crushed in the coat pocket when you sit and it's not the pocket with your keys for accidental destashing.]
Yesterday was so horrible I went to bed about 9pm. I was completely dead asleep until about 11:30 when my SO came in, put his arm over me so solidly that the *whuuuump* noise as it broke through the gravitational event horizon woke me up. It didn't hurt or anything, it was just really loud. He must be really fast; his arm makes a sonic boom. Then I was awake, with a dreadful headache, deathly thirsty, hot, and absolutely crushingly tired. I got up, had some water, changed my pajamas, then blearily lost several games of backgammon against the computer while sucking down the rest of a quart of water (I have straws so I don't have to lift the multi-pound glass.)
When the alarm went off this morning I thought the morning was way too early. It was so early, it was probably yesterday's morning running a smidge behind.
I went back to sleep. When I woke up, there was no milk for coffee or cereal. So I drank some more water and went grocery shopping. Amazing how a nascent headache, fighting off what feels like a killer dose of zombie virus, and a lack of caffeine and food will do for your food budget. I couldn't make any choices between things. So whatever we needed, I bought several of. List says ham or turkey. We have 2 kinds of ham and some turkey. List says cheese; I bought cream, cheddar, and swiss. I needed mustard, so I bought 3 kinds. I spent fully twice what I spent last week. I don't even care.
I'm starting to think it's no wonder I can't hold a job down after pouncing on it. All it takes to make me feel ill is an hour on the phone with the cable company, arguments with 2 different dentists, a 2000% increase in car repair expenses, neighbors in my building who were burgled, and 2 hours teaching children. That's the kind of day normal people have every day, plus those people go to work and do laundry and call their mothers.
