You are feeling sleepy…

Actually, who cares about you, I’m feeling sleepy! After Dad and Stepmother left for the airport yesterday morning, I played around on the internet for a while, then tried going back to bed, but by the time I finally got back to sleep I only got about an hour before I had to get up again to go to breakfast. Otakuu was in Christchurch for the weekend, so we’d arranged to meet her at Trattorie for breakfast (we picked a breakfast meetup because originally rarsberry and VivaRichie were going to be in town too, and that was the only time they had free, but it turned out rarsberry had to work, so they didn’t come up after all). Luckily it was a lovely Spring morning, so MrPloppy and I had a pleasant walk through the park over to Trattorie, and were almost awake by the time we got there. Lytteltonwitch arrived, looking as tired as we were (although in her case it was because she’d been up late the night before – I think she was going to bed about the same time as we were getting up!), and we tidied the OCZ shelf (and grabbed a few interesting looking books – I picked up Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination by Helen Fielding, and MrPloppy found The Gold of Exodus by Howard Blum, which I think appealed to his “mad people espousing weird theories” sense of humour). Otakuu and Mr Otakuu arrived, and we had a very enjoyable breakfast, chatting about hug boxes, juicy bookcrossing gossip, upcoming conventions, and life in general. Oh, and of course a few books changed hands – I passed on A Tangled Web by LM Montgomery and Love, Charlie Mike by Kate De Goldi. Overall a very pleasant way to spend a morning.

By the time we got back home, I’d totally run out of oomph, so the rest of the day was spent in a semi-catatonic state reading and playing on the internet. Not the most constructive of weekends, and despite the lazy day yesterday I’m feeling more tired now than I was on Friday… at least I don’t have a Spanish class this morning!

Currently reading: Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination by Helen Fielding

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