this is Sunday, why do I have all this stuff on my plate?
Woke up a little before noon after staying up way too late reading Ciaphas Cain: Hero of the Imperium, which I got for cheap at Borders last night on the way home from Ashburn. edminster will be amused by this, no doubt, since it was either him or his brother who first introduced me to Warhammer 40k some years ago. At the time I thought it was a relentlessly grim downer of an RP universe, and I still think so, but after marinating for several months in an endless stream of WH40K catchphrases, propaganda and quotes, I found the notion of an Imperial Commissar following in the footsteps of Harry Flashman to be intriguing. Which, as a matter of fact, it is. Cain doesn't get half the booty Flashman does, but he shares the latter's propensity for falling into horrible situations and suicide missions yet somehow emerging covered with glory. Pretty decent brain candy, and quite reasonably priced - $11.99 for a fat three-novel omnibus and interstitial short stories. I just have to remember not to pick the damn thing up at bedtime.
I was planning to lounge around the house today doing laundry, playing EVE and borrowing my niece's TV so I could watch the deciding game of the ALCS, but apparently my services are required to box up a bunch of Dad's books so Carlos can get on with decontaminating/refinishing the den. Welp.