I finished The Truth, and next was the surprisingly good novel that I picked up from the advance review shelf in the breakroom, called, ironically enough, Bed Rest. Since it's due to be published in may, I'm doing as I thought I would and writing up my comments to said to the email address on the back. I'll post my review to LibraryThing so you all can see it too, as soon as I'm able to add more bookies to my catalogue. And maybe Susie can borrow it next time she is up, if she wants. Now I'm reading The Great Irish Potato Famine. I don't know what it is about history books, but some of them are interesting and easy to read, and some of them just aren't. It's like a certain magical touch that is some books is lacking. Fortunatley, the Irish Potato Famine is one of the former, but unfortunatley, my overall History of Ireland book is one of the latter. I feel asleep about 3 times while I was trying to read it on Wednesday. By contrast, I stayed up till midnight reading the famine book yesterday. I'm almost halfway done, which is my goal for this weekend, but I also want to do some work and finish reading my French Revolution book, so I must try to keep a balance. As much as I've *cough* enjoyed beign sick this weekend I hope I'm better tomorrow as I have to drag myself out of bed to go to class in the morning. Of course I can always come straight back, which is what I did on Friday. 
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(5) Sun Jan 08 2006 13:14 PST Deathly:
Other than the snot, the coughing, the feeling miserable, being sick really isn't too bad. It's a nice excuse to sleep as much as I want, and not go to the gym. I've spent the last few days curled up in bed with JB and Tonks, reading.