futile afternoons

since my efforts at studying in the mid of noon always ends with a pathetic "foomp" onto the bed, ive decided to lounge around and do abit of afternoon reading with pratchett's reaper man.

its pretty awesome so far, and im almost at the end. -grins- what i especially like are the many puns peppered within the pages, more, i think, than any other Pratchett books ive read so far.

the title, even. reaper man... the grim reaper who reaps the harvest (physically, with his scythe - not sickle, mind you), reaping perhaps more than what his employer sowed...

and this - that people would consider a wall of water to be fresh if it contained a newt, but it apparently never did occur to anyone if the newt ever left the body of water to go to the lavatory... eew.

hrm. well, since ive nothing quite substantial to write about, plus the fact that im down to 53 days till the national exams, i'll end the noon-capades here.