kar has turned into a reading robot.

"Indeed, it is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed in any longer."

I like this line. It's from The Mark on the Wall by Virgina Woolf. It's not the first time I've read this story either. It seems all English classes are fond of it.

I'd like to think that I protect myself feircely, but I doubt I do, I probably rip myself open to show whomever is interested. Here I am, come pick me apart.

Also about reading. I don't think I've ever done so much, with such great diversity before. There is something about my return to school that spurred me into reading as a recreation once again. So on top of school reading I'm also reading novels for fun. [much to the detriment of my class reading of course.]

I've been reading the Believer Magazines like they are going out of style, I've also rediscovered Jeanette Winterson, last it was Written on the Body, the week before was The Passion. I've got a stack of novels beside my bed and even if I never get around to reading them, they at least make my room look homey and lived in.

And finally, I am making friends. I knew if I gave it time it would happen. I'm not sure how much I like them, but I enjoy the company of other people, so it's all good.

Halifax is foggy.

Tomorrow is going to be super productive day two. I might also buy a rug.

[Music: Mirah - Engine Heart - Holy Shazaam!]