Personally, I prefer books.
I pulled a muscle in my left hip. Well, I guess I pulled a muscle in my left hip. All I know is that something in my left hip is shooting searing jolts of pain as bright as freaking solar flares down my left leg when I : 1. move wrong, 2. bend over, (oh, that’s a BAD thing to do right now), 3. laugh, 4. sneeze (also really bad. There is the white-hot pain of a thousand, million suns when I sneeze), 5. exist and/or breathe.
It started yesterday and caused me an extremely restless night. It’s worse this morning. I have NO IDEA what I did. I must’ve moved wrong or something. Sitting here in the computer chair is painful, but it’s a tolerable pain. Hopefully it won’t affect my writing today. If the pain is still there tomorrow I suppose I’ll have to schlep myself into the doctor’s office.
In other news, I LOVE Market Spice Tea. It’s incredibly yummy. Especially when it’s 30 degrees outside, like it is now. I brought some back for my mother, but now I wish I’d brought some back for everyone. It’s a very strong tea, kind of cinnamony and citrusy all at once. It doesn’t need milk or sugar. Lovely stuff.
I bought it when my husband and I went to Seattle this past weekend to hang out with Lauren Dane. Naaah nah!! I got to hang out with Lauren Dane and you didn’t! *blows raspberry* because I’m sooo mature like that.
Anyway, I discovered this new tea and now I’m addicted. Must. Have. More. Market Spice tea!
In bookish news…I just finished Dead Man Rising, by Lilth Saintcrow. It’s a sequel to Working for the Devil (I suggest reading in order). It was very good. It made me cry! I finished it up on the plane coming back from Seattle on Sunday and whimpered my way to the end. There’s one more in the series to be released and I can’t wait for it.
Right now I’m reading The Hoax, by Adrienne Jones — This is speculative fiction. Well-written, intelligent and surreal. My favorite combo. I love the characters. They grabbed me from the first page.
Other books I recently purchased: (There’s even some romance in there. Funnily enough, I don’t read a lot of it because I write it.)
NOW I’m off to write, if my left hip will let me.