Feeds:so much later that night as to technically be the next morning
After falling asleep in my chair again, I've come to the conclusion that my unorthodox sleep schedule of recent days is due to the fact that Middlesex is a very gripping read. It did make me feel a bit lonely, though (for romantic encounters, not family members. Well, ok, it also made me hungry for Greek food). Thankfully, for the sake of my ability to function in society, I have finished it and moved on to Infinite Jest, which, I have already discovered, and unlike the previous title, I am completely able to fall asleep reading.
Only to wake up to let in some nice men to loudly replace my windows. The cat and I retreated -well, the cat was dragged along as I retreated- into my space-heated bedroom, where Shurpak has been having many hilarious misadventures, such as accidentally turning on the printer and overturning onto herself a tub full of band pins. Part of me no-longer-secretly hopes Brian will return soon from his surprise trip to Maryland to find the apartment sans windows and that I've begun to play Super Mario Galaxy as, no longer Mario, but his infititely superior sibling, green-clad Luigi, the latter of which I find an unexpected but delightful circumstance.
And now, as hunger has, as they say, built a house within me, I think I'll be off to the grocer/sunderer in search of refreshment on the cheaps.
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