Wednesday, September 14, 2005 ;
10:45:00 PM
its kind of like a sad ending to a fruitless day. i guess i'm left feeling disappointed in it all and i dont know if i'm right feeling this way. i only wish it could have turned out differently. if i wasnt so dependent, probably. if i just didnt care. but who can? sigh. dont know la. just quite.. yeah.
i managed to finish Woolf's
To The Lighthouse. it was ok i guess. anything's better than Joyce's
A Potrait of the Artist as a Young Man. i am finally moving on. however my heart gets really heavy whenever i think of Eliot's awfully thick
Middlemarch and how on earth is feli and i going to trudge through that monster.
oh wells. tomorrow will be a better day, i hope.
every day is a new day ♥
