spoiler

finished reading Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner last night (it only took 7 years, sort-of)...after work today i went over to my parents' so i got to see the dogs...(and guess what? i'll be having those 3 L's hanging out with me for two weeks while i'm on vacation! my mom is going out of town...and i'm stealing the dogs...) now i'm back home and sitting around...not much else to say...

to ride

forgot to mention that last night, while at my parents' i picked up the Sigur Rós tickets as they had been delivered there! so yeah, two months from now is gonna be pretty awesome...also last night at the very end of my shift i got on the trs queue and then i was still on it today and remained on it all day...so that was pretty sweet...work was nice and fine and i got a bit of reading done...hurrah...i guess that's all for now...
p.s.
and here's a paragraph from the book i'm currently reading:
"The sorrow of war inside a soldier's heart was in a strange way similar to the sorrow of love. It was a kind of nostalgia, like the immense sadness of a world at dusk. It was a sadness, a missing, a pain which could send one soaring back into the past. The sorrow of the battlefield could not normally be pinpointed to one particular event, or even one person. If you focused on any one event it would soon become a tearing pain."-Bao Ninh