A weekend?

Got up and took a hot bath, and then had a small breakfast of tea and toast. Finished off Anansi Boys.

Passed the morning into the afternoon practicing hiragana strokes on the sandtable¹ with MangaLand while watching the Heroes marathon. Rather than starting in on the kana, I went upstairs, and in lieu of getting cleaned up, played Oblivion for ... far too long.

Came downstairs for breen-flavoured breen and the twenty minutes of the next to most-recent Heroes I'd missed.

I just polished off the last episode on Disc Two of GITS:SAC, which I'm Netflixing through, and I think I'll head upstairs and dive into the third Rachel Morgan novel.

Wow, that came off rather .. media rich. Or consumerish. After the undue influence a redhead had on me Wednesday night, I was even less interested in leaving the house than usual. Tales of her talents are not much exaggerated, I am amused to report. Rereading those sentences, I feel the need to reassure the audience that nothing has happened, untoward or otherwise.

¹: White board on floor, similar tech