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Yesterday, I went down to Giant Bookstore of Love with Kenna (and her crazy friend, and his equally crazy friend, but that's another kettle of fish) and finally spent the gift card she had gotten me for Christmas.
Therefore, I am now a proud owner of Sandman #2, Doll's House and Despair by Vladamir Nabokov, because Nabokov is LOVE AND SEX and therefore WONDERFUL. ::cough:: Now I just have to find time to read them, between all the homework, school reading, and scattered attempts at RP.
Tonight, I shall attempt two very daring things:
1) Make curry for the first time
2) Write a thesis prospectus. Or try really really hard to write one.
If all else fails, I will disappear into the night only to later resurface in Sardinia as a crime boss and dealer in paintings of naked men with figs, notorious for my use of the Encyclopedie to divulge information from adversaries.
Therefore, I am now a proud owner of Sandman #2, Doll's House and Despair by Vladamir Nabokov, because Nabokov is LOVE AND SEX and therefore WONDERFUL. ::cough:: Now I just have to find time to read them, between all the homework, school reading, and scattered attempts at RP.
Tonight, I shall attempt two very daring things:
1) Make curry for the first time
2) Write a thesis prospectus. Or try really really hard to write one.
If all else fails, I will disappear into the night only to later resurface in Sardinia as a crime boss and dealer in paintings of naked men with figs, notorious for my use of the Encyclopedie to divulge information from adversaries.