Sustained Criticism

Managed to get out of the house today, with Line the Cripple (blisters, again, poor thing), to stuff our faces and exchange war stories. For one reason or another, we got oogled at a lot more than usual, and I can't figure what people found so peculiar about us today. I got came close to losing an ear-ring but got "Panik Manifesto" and a new Nabokov book instead. I love that man, he is a marvel; he masters the art of story-telling to a fault (google "shamanstvo"), and never fails to baffle his readers with the opening lines. Or semi-colons.

Tomorrow I plan on curing my bad consciousness by basking in reading-list frustrations, and then embarking upon Nabokov's "Laughter in the Dark". I half-hope Vigdis does not answer my SMS, and half hope she does - I need her help.

And I need a new LJ-layout, this one bores me.