Good Omens and Stardust
17/02/2004
Pure
look at me with starry eyes
push me up to starry skies
there’s stardust in my head
pure and simple everytime
I have no clue what it all means, but that British accent, and how it rhymes just makes it so hard to not put on repeat.
Bad habits
On our way to dinner yesterday, I found Good Omens (the paperback with the black cover I originally had) and Neverwhere so I bought them both. Reading copies, you know? And I think someone borrowed my copy of Good Omens and conveniently forgot about it (or I misplaced it, that’s another possibility) so I need a replacement.
Good Omens brings back such fantastic memories. It’s been more than 10 years since I first read it. I think I was probably 14 or 15 when I read it the first time, and at that time my classmates from the convent were convinced that I’d get sent to hell for reading it. Looking back it’s pretty funny now, but all those years ago it made me even more curious.
The hours
I’ve been hit by a massive apathy bug lately. I don’t really quite care about what goes on at work anymore. I mean, I try to, but it’s sapping up so much energy I give up. I count the hours, while reading more blogs than I care to list. Maybe tomorrow I should bring my books to work. At least I’ll be enjoying myself.
The remedy
I need to find something vaguely interesting about my work and attempt to care again. This has gone on long enough and I’m getting tired of feeling tired. Time to break out the fine toothed comb and microscope.
