tiredOn the minus side, I have recalled that there is a reason I don't do medical subjects (aside from the whole "I freak out at the sight of blood" thing): Namely, I am terrible at remembering that is the X is damaged the pathway between Y and Z is broken, meaning someone has N disorder. All those medical terms, especially the parts of the brain just... blur together for me.
*sigh*
So, after I was done I went an celebrated by, erm, going to the second hand book shop. Got a a few books:
- The High Lord. Third in Trudi Canavan's Black Magician Trilogy. I've read it, but I wanted to actually own all three.
- Smoke and Mirrors, by Neil Gaiman. Only read a little of it, but I'm coming to suspect I prefer Gaiman's short stories to his novels.
- And two of Diana Wynne Jones's Chrestomanci novels. One more and I'll have the complete series. As you might have guessed, there is a slight fondness for Children's stories here.
In other news, Doctor Who wank! Though I personally think it's more someone poking fun than actual wank, but what the hell.
Also, it is damned foggy out tonight.
Bloody Dementor orgies.
ETA: And now I'm all asquee because of the BIG HUGE MASSIVE DOCTOR WHO FINALE SPOILERS.
(Note: Do not click that link unless you are entirely willing to read BIG HUGE MASSIVE spoilers
