I was reading late last night after my shift at work, trying to unwind after eight hours (of five consecutive days) of standing in heels. I had left off at a really interesting chapter in "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle" and wanted to find out the ending of a character's story. The story involves someone being skinned alive in great, exact detail. I almost couldn't read it. So sad. And now the protagonists' wife has gone missing. This is not a happy story, but I can't stop reading it. I guess sad stories are beautiful stories, too.
In other news, it SNOWED in New York last night!!!! Freaking A!
currently listening to:
Verses From the Abstract
A Tribe Called Quest
about to go to chinatown for breakfast! tiffany
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