My body hates me today. Rebellious thing. I gave it a good six hours of sleep and two meals yesterday, and how does it repay me? Cramps, backache, general tiredness. Feh.

After the self-inflicted trauma of my Saturday morning, I spent the afternoon playing SoulBlade on Kirby's playstation. It was nice and violent, and tempted me yet again to purchase a playstation of my own after I move. I'll have to see what sort of money I'm making at the vague and amorphous new job.

Dinner was Indian food on Castro street, with Jill (my long-lost friend from SGI), Jim, Trip, and Angie. The food was quite good (lamb vindaloo!) but took a little long, so we didn't get to City Lights Espresso (for the Heather Alexander concert) until about 1945. There were, as predicted, no tables left, but there was a nice open space which Jill and I stood in while Jim went to the non-concert half of the cafe and snagged free tables. Jeremy and Rachel showed up just as we were building ourselves a pleasant little nest, so we expanded it to include them.

The concert itself was fabulous. It was Rachel's birthday, so I asked Heather to play Black Jack's Lady, which is a song about a deadly redhead. Rachel laughed and ducked her head a lot. She and Jeremy had spent the day in Monterey, so there was lots of fudge at our table. They brought me maple fudge, which caused me to swoon extensively. I _adore_ maple fudge, and have been yearning for it ever since February, when they brought some down from the City. Jeremy & Rachel, my maple fudge connection.

Sunday was dimsum, and then a long relaxing afternoon of playing video games, listening to Jeremy & Trip play Mythos, talking to Rachel, doing homework, and eventually dinner. My body started rebelling sometime late in the evening, so my mood swung drastically. Trip cheered me up a lot, but as soon as I was alone in my apartment I got depressed again. Fortunately, it was early enough to phone Earl, so I did.

Books:

I finished Carve the Sky on Saturday. It was just as good at the end as it was in the beginning; I need to go back through it and pay attention to how Jablokov describes things. He manages to create a lot of atmosphere without being clunky, which is a skill I need to learn.

Sunday I read Heads, by Greg Bear. Seriously weird book, that, and I'm not sure how else to describe it. Quick and surreal. I didn't get a very good feel for any of the characters, but I got a nice feel for the world. Now I need to read Moving Mars.

After talking to Earl Sunday night I read the first half of Jumper by Steven Gould. I finished it this morning, and am happy to reccomend it highly. It's written on a slightly juvenile level but doesn't really suffer for it; the story concerns an abused teenager who discovers that he can teleport. Gould does really excellent paranormals. He also wrote Wildside , which I read a few weeks back, but I think I might like Jumper better.