Just started Wolves of The Calla, Dark Tower Book 5, on audiobook. I listen to audiobooks the way some people watch movies. I clear a block of time, slap on the headphones, and listen. I must play a clicky game, to appease my micron length attention span, but otherwise, it's just me and the book.
George Guidall is reading this one, whom I adore. He read the first one, and he read American Gods, and probably some others I like, but after listening to Frank Mueller read, George is taking some getting used to. Mueller literally created the characters, for me, in some sort of dimensional space, that I can't get just by reading alone. He made Eddie's voice, and the rest, but mostly Eddie's. I love George, though. I love audiobooks. Escapism at it's finest. Can't wait till Luiz listens to GRRM's books with me. I've been wanting him to read them for years, but I have better luck getting him to listen with me. We're currently listening to American Gods together. It's good quality time.
Other than quality audiobook time, I am having a shiteous few days. My foot is insanely painful. I got bit by a bug last night, and it's turned into this 3" across hard round bruisy spot, with a jet black hard center, that itches, and burns. Benadryl is helping. Because my foot hurts, I've been favoring it, and that's making my lower back ache, from the weird walking. The weather is making my chest cave in. Grumble, bitch moan. My mother is furious at me for not fawning over my stepdad for Father's Day. I would rather stick pins in my eyes then "honor" that man for any kind of holiday. Especially one where he's supposed to be looked at as a good father-figure. Hah.
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