After many years of nada, I finally figured out my baby names (though I need one more girl one for my ideal offspring order of girl, girl, then boy). For the boy: Finnegan, Finn (as in Huck) for short. And for the daughter: Grendel. I'm so thrilled about this I can hardly take it. Gren!
In the monster department, this utterly beastly sweater was returned to my work and it was o so big 'n' ugly and I o so dearly wanted it. Too poor though. In memoriam: it weighed about fifty pounds, all thick-knit ugly gray-brown wool with an insane bustle/cape like chubby dragon spines. Wearing it (I tried it on more than a couple times) made me feel pleasingly like a monster skulking around in its lair. I've been consoling myself by wearing eye disease red eye shadow. It's very nice.
I finished The Grass is Singing by Doris Lessing. It was a short and strange book, written from a distance, sort of Henry James-ish but more female. It seemed like she was tired of it by the end. Made me want to go to Africa though, despite my fear of catching horrible latent diseases. God, I want to go anywhere. Well, not really Europe. Reading A Room with a View now. Why? Dunno.
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