Thus far, the Murakami book is fantastic. It will have to be loaned out to some people I know to the south-west of me.

Today was kind of odd. Just kind of drifted through it, never really there. Couldn't figure out what it was. Then, after taking a nap, I realized...I was lonely. Not the type of lonely I was used to...that's why I couldn't place it. It wasn't the steel-and-caffeine-at-4am lonely...that neverending sense of soul-sucking despair. Much different. Don't want to delve into how. Don't wish to discuss everything in this online creation. But this is infinitely preferable to past experience...and is reassuring in an odd way.