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I'm so tired it feels like I can barely keep my eyes open.  I have to wonder if this isn't an effect of not wanting to face the world at all.  I found out today that Monday I'm going to have to have a small surgery.  I could have, and probably should have, put it further back, but my first instinct was that I've got to get this over with very quickly so it won't be able to drag my mood down for long.  Fretting about things always makes me like this. 

I really liked Wintersmith, though. :)  It may not be the best Pratchett book, but being Pratchett automatically put it a lot higher on my list than the Jules Verne book I'm half done with.  Bleargh.  Trudge, trudge, trudge.