Feeling some sort of emotional version of stagflation: simultaneous vague misanthropism and loneliness, infelicities that I would have thought shouldn't happen at the same time.
Finished reading Kolker's Vojaĝo en Esperanto-Lando. Pretty good stuff for the most part. Got very preachy near the end, however. I guess it is to be expected.
Forgot that my class today was cancelled until a half-hour before it was supposed to start. Crazy holiday things.
Realized the occurs-check behaves a little funky with irrelevance around.
So I guess my reading list is actually diminishing a bit towards reasonable levels. Still need to finish hundred years of solitude, and enkonduku en la japanan still evilly beckons.