Ah insomnia, how ardently you consume me.
Another late night followed by an early morning. Though it is quite clear that I won't be executing the abysmal task of filling in an entry to my "Dream Diary" for Art Direction. Well not in the day ahead anyway. At first it was an interesting prospect but now it's a bit irritating. Just like we were asked in September to start a journal on our regular life and feelings. In all honesty I obliged under the suspicion that they won't forget to collect it.
Going onto a different topic, a favourite, books! Yesterday I started to read "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" which I was fairly excited about. Needless to say I was severely disappointed by how dull it was. The only way it can be described is boring! Acclaimed it may be interesting it is not. I'm no critic but I just didn't care about the characters. I read to page thirty and decided it just wasn't for me. Nope, I just wasn't drawn into the whole 'kids living in poverty but happy although the eleven year old girl shows literary intelligence' add in a tree that won't die and basically I died of boredom. Almost.
No, throw me a Nabokov, Shakespeare, Agatha Christie or something with an interesting and intelligent story to tell and I'll read happily for hours. Anyway I started 'The Lovely Bones' which I must admit is wryly humorous with the obvious sadness added due to the circumstances of the story. When summer approaches I think it will be time to read a bit of Poirot. Ah the little Belgian detective with the delectable moustache, how I love you so.
Right I better go and pack ready to go home tomorrow, for the weekend! Oh hideous procrastination!
B-b-bye.
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