Saturday, December 1

woke up to the reek of stale chardonnay and dirty wine glasses... then stood on my scarf (I'm trying, trying to knit - it's very -ahem - 'handmade'). Also woke up several hours later, despite having a note on my door asking someone to wake me up. (They must've thought it safer not to...) But seriously, if you don't, I just continue sleeping. As I did... for over 12 hours...

Hmm... I've had a recent reading binge. Like, staying up till the early hours, addicted. Most recently, I reread the end of The Perks of Being a Wallflower, read some poems, and then a bit more of The Great Gatsby, which I've been wanting, really wanting to read, but not feeling in the mood. Considering it was one of two books given on loan by someone whose opinion I do generally think is rather on point... to be continued...