I've been a little ill during the weekend. Fever I have no longer but the "slightly-out-of-it-all" mood continues. And amidst this all I'm writing the Twain essay. It's actually flowing quite nicely although I have to admit that the beginning is so much striking than the rest of the essay. "Se lässähtää loppua kohti", as someone once said.
The same thing cannot be said about "Tipping the Velvet", however. I'm now half way through the novel and the only reason I don't do what I did on Thursday (continue reading it when I have an exam or a deadline to meet the following day) is that She'll be reading it. Funny, I've actually started fantasising about other women. In the end I do think of Her, or imagine saying Her name in the middle of an orgasm but at least I can start with someone else, albeit faceless one. But is this really progress? Is it progress if a cannibal uses a fork and a knife and a napkin?
Okay, I have to keep writing the essay. I need to finish it tonight so all I have to do tomorrow is read it through, correct the spelling and print it out (assuming the printer would not prefer not to, that is).
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To spend a little more time here I found an interesting, time-consuming The Meme of the Day in which you're supposed to recognise the more or less familiar TV series tunes:
http://www2.nyt.fi/flash/tunnista_tunnari/index.html
My score is 5/7. I managed to screw up the sports and the weather tunes.
