yuuago | I don't wanna' lose control, but I'm falling

yuuago: You seem tired, maybe you should get some rest?

curryfluff: It's not dark yet

yuuago: ............

yuuago: YOU LIVE WHERE THERE'S A FREAKING MIDNIGHT SUN, YOU HOSER

While I'm thinking about sleep: Trying to re-orient my sleeping patterns is, at the moment, proving fruitless. But tomorrow (well, today) will be another night, and I can try again.

Yesterday (technically two days ago) I went out and about. It was great. Got a couple photos, but not as many as I would have liked, but I'm going to try again. When I have a substantial amount I will be doing another photo post, because everyone seemed to enjoy the last one. I like doing stuff like that.

While I was out, I went to the White Cat in hopes that I'd find a volume of Icelandic sagas for

sabrtooth. Luckily for me, they did have it, so. There we go. Mission accomplished. Also picked some stuff up for myself, too - a novel by Tim Wynne-Jones, can't recall the title right now. I've read some of his YA lit, but not his novels. Mm, I kind of want to re-read The Maestro now; that book was sooo good. Anyway, so I got that. Also a lovely hardback copy of Cyrano de Bergerac. It's one of my favourite plays ever, ahhhh, and my other copy is a beat-up old paperback. Unfortunately for me, I didn't check that it was translated. I just assumed it would be a translation. Unfortunately, it isn't; it's in French. However, it's a very very nice vintage copy from the 40s, so it will stay in my vintage books collection. Inside the book is a newspaper clipping about one of the film versions, probably the 1950 version. I might scan it later.

Anyway, since the book is in French, I've decided to try to brush up on that by attempting to read it. I don't know how far I get, but I guess it's worth a try. Since I've read the play multiple times in English, I at least know the way the story goes.

I feel so strange. Told myself "not again, ever" and yet... Somehow as it was, but different. It's just this, something I don't know how to describe and don't understand, and yet -- and yet.... Ahh, I don't know, I don't know. I feel as though I am feeling things too strongly, but it's okay, it's all right.