Some fruitful days I am having. I forget myself in that way. Evening classes, work, books, all occupy the shelves in my mind. In between, a run and a swim before settling down to post this. The exam will be here in one month's time, and I fear that I may not be able to take leave, such is the uncertainty of things in the office.
On another note, I have picked up Neil Gaiman's A Game of You, and Albert Camus's The Outsider from the treasure chest, where I spent most of this weekend. Albert Camus is really something, judging from his short stories collection, Exile and the Kingdom: Stories. Neil's is truly addictive.
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