Bleh

Am horribly sick today. I've spent my handful of waking hours reading King of Scars (it's very very obviously two stories instead of one, and switching between them every other chapter is annoying, but all the women are so angry and full of rage and power and spite that I love it to pieces anyway) and listening to Fenriz's most influential doom albums (Epicus Doomicus Metallicus is the gothest album ever to have nothing to do with goth, seriously, it's like a window into an alternate world where Pornography-era Robert Smith decided to give up on goth rock and throw some horns instead).

I've also discovered the existence of a book called The Enchantment of the Long-haired Rat: A Rodent History of Australia by Tim Bonyhady. I don't have the mental wherewithal for nonfiction just now, but clearly it will be required reading as soon as I'm better. Just look at the cover illustration! Who could say no to those precious little ratty faces?