Everyone around me is like, omg, daylight savings time be fuckin' all my shit up. I feel the opposite, like something in my circadian rhythm just suddenly clicked when I started doing everything an hour earlier. Woke up early and refreshed this morning.
The lunchtime reading queue has gone over to Murakami's "The Elephant Vanishes", a collection of short stories
cdinwood lent me I don't know when. Quite a while ago. But I'm finally getting around to reading it and SO GOOD. "The Second Bakery Attack" was hilariously absurd, "The Kangaroo Communique" was brilliantly creepy, and "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" completely overwhelmed any resistance to sentimentality I might have had - I could hardly breathe after. 