elanya

It is not even quarter after eleven, and i am wrecked! I went swimming and did weights today, and that is the likely culprit. That and impending bees. To give you all an idea of how pathetic a swimmer I am, I did about 18 laps in about 40 minutes :p And half of that was backstroke. Nothing kills my lungs like swimming.... and people wonder why I am so wary of diving :p

I finished Rogers, though I didn't get to typing up that bit. But that's because I found *more*! After he swallows his own jaw, they have to remove bits of it from his throat like weeks later, and then *six months* later, a doctor at Batavia finally gets the ball out of the jaw. He says upper and lower were quite broken. He also gets bits (yes, bits!) removed from his heel and is confident that he will probably be able to walk again ;p He spends half the voyage home in an exceedingly poor state of health - there are all kinds of references to him not being well enough to leave the ship, and being generally sick and unwell. I'm not surprised, with the being shot in the face and not having that sorted out for six months D: There is something of a dropoff in the number of meetings on the way home too, hmmm ;) Another bit that I thought interesting was where he talks about his poor health and the ship being leaky in the same short sentence. An interesting conjunction for a captain to make, I think!

Anyway, apart from that, all i managed to do was.... bake cookies! Surely this means that the ones from gats will get here tomorrow :V But I couldn't wait. I've been waiting on sugar cookies for*ever* now, and I needed some...

I sleep now