Smallhouse Log

Monday

I forgot that So Long and Thanks for All the Fish is my favorite book in the the trilogy. It is my favorite book in the trilogy, though it is quite short and probably unintelligible without at least one of the three books that preceded it, because I have this huge crush on the fictional character of Fenchurch. I kind of remember this while I'm not reading the book, but while I am reading it, I sort of spend the whole time in that shoulder-squnching, wide-eyed "Awwwwwwwww" expression which is typical to me when I'm mad crushin'.

I think this also has something to do with why I'm kind of surly all through the fifth book, but there are sufficient reasons for that already.

In real world news, Anna visited from California, and it made my month to just sit and talk for hours and hours with old friends. So that was nice. I don't think I mention enough nice things in my life to people, faceless voids, inanimate objects, higher powers, or even myself (I feel like I can legitimately claim not to properly belong to any of those categories), so there you have it. Also Shurpak is adorable. Like a cute little dancing snow machine.

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