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Mar. 24th, 2002 03:52 pmApparently there is a handsome man who works in Waterstone's bookshop. On Friday Kiar cajoled me into helping him write a (sort of) love note to him. Then we set off in our lunch hour to embarrass the poor sap. Kiar is convinced that they could be friends or more. I haven't felt like a teenager for a long time, but I did then. I was very disappointed when we couldn't find him.
To get over our sorrow we spent some time in the sci-fi and fantasy department. Kiar pressed an entire set of Mercedes Lackey books on me and said that they were amazing and I should read them. Well, I bought one and tried to read it. If it had been a piece of fanfiction I would congratulate the author on her lack of typo's, but damn her for her desperately clunking plot devices and uninteresting, two-dimensional characters. I suppose I expect more from authors who have actually managed to get themselves published. Anyway, I can't finish it, it's just too annoying.
Saw Les yesterday, and she told me all about her poor foot. She was in good spirits though, and was charging about on her crutches gamely. It was horrific hearing about what happened, but fascinating too, in a morbid way, and we talked for about 2 hours. It was good for her to talk about it, and it felt cathartic for me too. She should talk about it as much as possible, that's the only way she'll ever come to terms with only having half a foot left.
She missed out on Ali's party because she was worried about getting trodden on. It was fun, but mostly seemed to be a DJ training session. They all sat on stools in the back room, three shaved heads in a row waiting their turn to keep the neighbours awake, and everyone else crammed into the kitchen. Mike was on good form: I like the way he is always willing to mock the afflicted. Must be his way of coping with his job.
To get over our sorrow we spent some time in the sci-fi and fantasy department. Kiar pressed an entire set of Mercedes Lackey books on me and said that they were amazing and I should read them. Well, I bought one and tried to read it. If it had been a piece of fanfiction I would congratulate the author on her lack of typo's, but damn her for her desperately clunking plot devices and uninteresting, two-dimensional characters. I suppose I expect more from authors who have actually managed to get themselves published. Anyway, I can't finish it, it's just too annoying.
Saw Les yesterday, and she told me all about her poor foot. She was in good spirits though, and was charging about on her crutches gamely. It was horrific hearing about what happened, but fascinating too, in a morbid way, and we talked for about 2 hours. It was good for her to talk about it, and it felt cathartic for me too. She should talk about it as much as possible, that's the only way she'll ever come to terms with only having half a foot left.
She missed out on Ali's party because she was worried about getting trodden on. It was fun, but mostly seemed to be a DJ training session. They all sat on stools in the back room, three shaved heads in a row waiting their turn to keep the neighbours awake, and everyone else crammed into the kitchen. Mike was on good form: I like the way he is always willing to mock the afflicted. Must be his way of coping with his job.