Oct 13, 2004 16:46
I am expecting post-Key Largo depression to set in any moment now. I just realized that I have a Spanish paper due on a book I have tried but failed miserably to complete. Does anyone have an ENGLISH copy of Cien anos de soledad/A Hundred Years of Solitude? Why is Marquez being such a bastard? At least it isn't Borges.
(Fall Break drivel, anecdotes anecdotes, funny story, haha, etc. etc.)
I find this place incredibly dissatisfying. Where is the sunshine?
I am painfully missing someone in particular today. If only because I find myself longing for those days when we lounged in the Sunken Gardens and read Eliot together and talked about running off to some tropical island. And maybe more than half meant it. There are different kinds of love, you know, and different kinds of lovers. I can sort of see what we meant by that.