Falling asleep tonight with a new favorite: British History for Dummies. Being American (and full of entirely too much TV), I admit I'm susceptible to the whole "all British people are brilliant old ex-dons from Oxford, smoking pipes in their two-story oak-paneled libraries" stereotype. Yeah, it's irrational, but this book is going to do NOTHING to combat my nation-of-Gileses fantasy, because the guy reading it - Jonathan Keeble - is an absolute delight: perfect blend of Masterpiece Theatre and drunk-uncle-telling-saucy-tales-at-the-dinner-table. The only thing that could possibly be better is if Anthony Stewart Head himself read the book, and if that happened, I would CLEAN UP in a "British History" Final Jeopardy, because I'd never ever take my headphones out. As it is, I'm enjoying every word, even if falling asleep to an audiobook makes for weird, weird dreams (why am I being chased through my high school by snarling Cavalier King Charles spaniels as a booming voice from above narrates the Glorious Revolution?)
So, enough jabber (you can see why I can't sleep, besides the Jacobites raising so much ruckus).... time to tuck myself back under the covers and have confusing, disconcerting dreams about deadly allergic reactions to Queen Anne's Lace.
A girl can dream. Soon. Let's hope.