I bought a new sweater. It's got a hood and one of those marsupial-pockets (shutup) in front to shove your hands in when they're cold and it's AWESOME. I might not take it off again for the rest of the winter. Certainly not when I'm in my house since I'm too cheap to actually turn up the heat.
And when I went to the library, I only meant to get a couple CDs. At most
. I'm reading a couple other books right now, including Team of Rivals
(or I would be, if it hadn't been keeping me awake at night thinking about Lincoln's political wrangling; I've taken to reading Garfield before going to bed this week). But I ended up getting Breen's Marketplace Revolution
(I *swear* I've read something by him for some class sometime, nsempress
, and maybe reading this will jog my memory!), The Shakespreare Riots
and a book on spy television (no, not Citizen Spy
, though I meant to ILL that and forgot). Whoops. Apparently I have been out of school long enough that reading history/any non-fiction books for pleasure is fun again.
The spy television book is really for fic research, anyway. And OMG I'm working on three fics right now--sort of four--and I had an idea for another fic while I was reading an EDA and I haven't wanted to work on this many projects all at once in years. Probably four years at least. This is weird
. And sort of frustrating, because two--three--of these things have deadlines and I need to get cracking, and this other stuff's distracting me too and I have ideas but not enough time, it feels like, and GOOD GRIEF, FOCUS. But still. Non-Fitz fic! Non-DW fic! It's so terribly, terribly exciting.