I was telling the significant other (much to his uncontrollable amusement) that the invigilation duty they’ve assigned me for is just about the worst punishment for me yet. Especially since yesterday, when they have me doing double shifts. That works out to 6 hours totally of monosyllables of not even that.
And many of the smart alecks in the bunch dont even bother to hide the fact that they’re casting furtive glances here and there. Oh how my hand itches to rap them on the head HARD!!!
I think my school teacher grandfather’s ghost has possessed me :o(
Last few weeks have been slightly erratic, been feeling QUITE sleepy but not able to sleep when I want to. Then there was this to finish. I’ve wanted to read this book since I saw it for the 1st time in the Queens Public Library way back in the early ’90s. But they had strict rules about books of the adult section (although nothing typically adult here, more of Hell and Damnation and all that jazz) and I was restricted to Babysitter’s Club and the Sweet Valley Twins and 3 Investigators et al. The thing about King’s books is that even the portions which tend to sag, or lose the tautness, keep you hooked for the final confrontation or dhamaka as it were. I read ‘Needful Things’ and there were parts I was disappointed because it was touted as a great horror story but it was phantasmagoria above and beyond anything else. But curiousity regarding how it would end kept me up for nights on end. That by itself is the mark of a GOOD author, I feel.
Anyhoo, have to go and see which bunch of beasties I’m going to strike fear into today. The sad mockery of strong coffee they offer here is pretty much the only thing that keeps me going throughout the day…