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Summer's in full swing, which usually means I get nothing done. Today it's only 37º C (99º for those of you living in Fahrenheit). Wheee.
I'm working at the bookstore this month, filling in for one of the regular clerks, who's on holiday.
I enjoy it, especially when people come in and ask for book recommendations. Much more common is that the customers who do come in (so many people are on holiday, and this is especially noticeable on weekends) just want to buy DVDs or porn videos. Which is fine and all, but not why I love working in a bookstore. But that's just me.
Am reading Charles Ardai's FIFTY-TO-ONE, his meta-novel celebration of Hard Case Crime publishing 50 titles, and it's lots of fun.
Although with the weather and etc. I hardly have energy to do much of anything, and I'm late on so many fronts (my apologies if you're expecting something from me, even just an answer to an email!).
I experimented yesterday with something forbidden on my anti-candida diet (a few sips of lemonade with sugar) and sure enough, I bloated and have had an upset stomach this morning. So even though things've been going better, they're not yet back in balance, sigh. So may need to go back to the doctor for another round of fluconazole.
If I don't eat anything I'm not supposed to, everything's fine, but it's such a limited diet, it makes life difficult (especially eating out).
Sigh.
But while this post sounds so... negative (or at least blah/slough of despond/etc.) things're actually fine, just unexciting.
I'm working at the bookstore this month, filling in for one of the regular clerks, who's on holiday.
I enjoy it, especially when people come in and ask for book recommendations. Much more common is that the customers who do come in (so many people are on holiday, and this is especially noticeable on weekends) just want to buy DVDs or porn videos. Which is fine and all, but not why I love working in a bookstore. But that's just me.
Am reading Charles Ardai's FIFTY-TO-ONE, his meta-novel celebration of Hard Case Crime publishing 50 titles, and it's lots of fun.
Although with the weather and etc. I hardly have energy to do much of anything, and I'm late on so many fronts (my apologies if you're expecting something from me, even just an answer to an email!).
I experimented yesterday with something forbidden on my anti-candida diet (a few sips of lemonade with sugar) and sure enough, I bloated and have had an upset stomach this morning. So even though things've been going better, they're not yet back in balance, sigh. So may need to go back to the doctor for another round of fluconazole.
If I don't eat anything I'm not supposed to, everything's fine, but it's such a limited diet, it makes life difficult (especially eating out).
Sigh.
But while this post sounds so... negative (or at least blah/slough of despond/etc.) things're actually fine, just unexciting.
