I have too many mediums.
It's late and Crime and Punishment has sort of lost its luster for the evening. I think too much Dostoevsky can saturate your brain to the point of zero comprehension, and I wouldn't want to miss a single pronoun. Moving on to the more poetic work of Janet Fitch, one of the reasons I like to be reading multiple books at once, especially when it's something heavy like 19th century Russian Literature. Eh.
I most definitely have the sin virus as I continue to be incapable of ceasing my attraction to my VERY married neighbor. There's something about the idea of corrupting something that... good that just really makes me shiver. Maybe I really am as evil as they say. I suppose corruption is the wrong descriptive term after all, I guess the word I'm looking for is closer to indoctrinate, educate... I could keep coming up with euphemisms but for now I guess I'll just let it go.
I intended to write something meaningful, but as ever the meaning remains elusive. Sometimes I feel like I'm living two lives and it's not an entirely unpleasant feeling. Sobriety does interesting things to my synapses, sometimes I get the horrifying impression that they're working properly. I don't know how I'll ever adjust to that.