so, i really shouldn't be writing this right now because it's 2 am and i have to be on-campus in eight hours and i seem to need so much sleep these days and my entire day tomorrow is going to be spent running around and around -- i have 4 places to go, one right after the other. actually, the 4th is optional -- a concert i would like to go to, but may decide to collapse instead. but the other three are a gm meeting, a ballet, and an audition, and there's just no way i can miss any of them... and really, no real way i can justify being late for any of them... and i'd prefer to be coherent for all of them, especially the audition... and all of this after getting up in the morning on a weekend. oh, the horror. but mostly i'm doing this because i'm really tired of having my last entry be about me crying. i mean, who needs to keep being reminded about tears?
only, i keep reminding myself if i keep talking about it. beh.
i have read two books by Tanith Lee in the last week, and enjoyed both thoroughly [_The Silver Metal Lover_ and _Biting the Sun_. they're very odd novels, but with a definite feel to them... the main characters start out so flighty and shallow and unself-aware and end up finding their depths in these fascinating future-ish societies. i will definitely be reading more stuff by her in the future.
i also just read Jonathan Carroll's new book, _The Wooden Sea_, and found it to be lovely and surreal, like the other books of his i've read. as my housemate E. would say, he's such an odd duck.
okay, sleeping now.