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Oh, Gods, I miss the internet when I'm away. I'm back home for 14 approximate hours, trying desperately to catch up on my RSS, twitter, LJ and everything else. Thanks to 35 degrees inside, there is no way I will sleep tonight, anyway; barely type and keep the laptop in my lap. I've been strolling around in my underwear, indecent like nothing else, but I can't take clothes. Bugger clothes. Back to the water.

The YSL cage boots are surfacing on fashionistas' feet. They are still divine, but look horrid with leather. Wear them with something sweet instead.

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Oh, Gods, I miss the internet when I'm away. I'm back home for 14 approximate hours, trying desperately to catch up on my RSS, twitter, LJ and everything else. Thanks to 35 degrees inside, there is no way I will sleep tonight, anyway; barely type and keep the laptop in my lap. I've been strolling around in my underwear, indecent like nothing else, but I can't take clothes. Bugger clothes. Back to the water.

The YSL cage boots are surfacing on fashionistas' feet. They are still divine, but look horrid with leather. Wear them with something sweet instead.

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I have been reading, between the eating and the swimming:

Bolaño's Last Evenings on Earth altered my view on the world, like the critics tell me he ought to. Somehow I still love him. And we've not seen the last of his works. Devoured Gordimer's Beethoven was one sixteenth black, another collection of short stories, also very intriguing. A few gems, one from the perspective of a measuring-tape. Sort of experimental, carefully and painstakingly written. DeLillo surprised me when I read White Noise. Beautiful dialogue, acute observations. Always depressingly funny. That's it, I think? I've lost count.

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I have been reading, between the eating and the swimming:

Bolaño's Last Evenings on Earth altered my view on the world, like the critics tell me he ought to. Somehow I still love him. And we've not seen the last of his works. Devoured Gordimer's Beethoven was one sixteenth black, another collection of short stories, also very intriguing. A few gems, one from the perspective of a measuring-tape. Sort of experimental, carefully and painstakingly written. DeLillo surprised me when I read White Noise. Beautiful dialogue, acute observations. Always depressingly funny. That's it, I think? I've lost count.