stillsostrange

Day four of climbing and god, I sucked like a hoover. My upper body strength vanished for parts unknown, and my footwork blew. It constantly felt like my feet were going to slip off the holds on the traverse--they never did, but I could barely find my balance, let alone a groove. The endorphins never showed up, either. Hopefully I'll ditch this suck over the weekend.

#5. The Confessor - Daniel Silva

Thank you, Daniel Silva, for getting the taste of that other book out of my mouth. And for writing a Vatican conspiracy book without any self-flagellating evil albinos. And for writing pretty roller-derby.

I appear to be swinging Readercon this year after all. Anyone have part of a room left?

Happy Birthday