Sleeeeeeeeeeeping!

Sleeping like the dead

Well, obviously, no, I’m not sleeping now. But I did sleep. And sleep, and sleep. I conked out at about 6pm on Sunday, after having some food and faffing around the house a bit, after the ‘thon ended. When I woke up, it was 12:30pm on Monday. I wish my body wouldn’t keep doing that. Very disorientating. Bleh. Plus, it worries the parents, since they’d been ringing me and I’d slept through – usually the phone ringing will wake me, but not when I have these periods of really heavy, long sleep. Do hope it can get sorted out soon. But anyway. Blogathon! Completed! Woohoo! Am pleased :-)

I have signed up for

I have signed up for the Blogathon – if that day ends up an insomniac one, I’m sorted. Heh. Anyhow, I set up a little sub-blog thingy to do it on, which can be found here EDIT: see next post.

I’m going to be blogging in aid of the Association for International Cancer Research, since I’ve had several family members and friends affected by the disease. I’m in need of sponsors – either by the hour or a lump sum, even small sums help. To sponsor me (please!) click here.

Wow, I’m tired.

Well. Hum. I’ve gone a

Well. Hum. I’ve gone a bit wonky again, so I don’t know how much I’ll be posting over the next few weeks. Still, I’m trying to get myself back into gear, so you never know. I think I’ll have a go at the Friday Five though:

1. What were your favorite childhood stories?
I was a big Enid Blyton fan, and collected many many of her books – the Famous Five, Secret Seven, Mystery, Secret of, and school series ones… might have forgotten some there, too. That was between the ages of 6 and 9 or 10, I think. I read an awful lot in general, mind you.

2. What books from your childhood would you like to share with [your] children?
Hmmm… I guess the Blyton books – they aren’t remotely up-to-date, but they were entertaining in their way. I’d mainly encourage kids to read as much as they want, and whatever they want, and get to know the local librarians – my teachers and librarians suggested books to me that I wouldn’t have thought to read otherwise.

3. Have you re-read any of those childhood stories and been surprised by anything?
I’ve re-read books that I read in my early teens, and got different things from them, but I wasn’t really surprised by that since I know I’ve got a different perspective on things now that I’m older. One that did surprise me, I suppose, was David Eddings’ Belgariad series: I originally read that when I was 10 or 11, and while I quite enjoyed it, I later discovered on re-reading it (aged 22) that I’d missed a lot, and hadn’t really “got” it in some ways, I think. I enjoyed it much more the second time round.

4. How old were you when you first learned to read?
I knew how to read / write my own name, and maybe a few other words, when I went to school (aged four, but just a month off of my fifth birthday), but I didn’t learn to read “properly” til I was at school. I didn’t consider myself a very good reader until I discovered that I could read much much better and faster to myself, rather than out loud, as you had to at school to the teacher.

5. Do you remember the first ‘grown-up’ book you read? How old were you?
I’m not 100% sure, since I raided the parents’ bookshelves, and joined the adult library from a fairly young age. But I think it was Where Eagles Dare by Alastair McLean, when I was 10 or so.

That took longer than I thought. Shall take myself back off to bed now. See if I can actually get some sleep. Oh, and speaking of which, since I’m not sleeping anyway, I think I’ll sign up for this year’s Blogathon. If I fall apart a bit more and can’t manage it, then that’s what happens. But it gives me something to aim for, rather than floating in fuzzy vagueness the whole time.