It's Awfully Warm Here

Even in the morning, it's warm! When you get up in the morning, it's supposed to be cold, because the coldness of the morning serves as a reminder that it will also be cold in the evening, and thus you should bring an extra layer even if the forecast says sunny. These warm mornings are quite confusing.

Out my window at work, I can see five buildings. One is a spire, and one is very thin and made of brick. The others are just shiny nonentities.

Finished the prositute book. Terrible ending, and by terrible I mean nonexistent. You know, Mr. Faber, there's a reason that for hundreds of years, authors have ended their story with a resolution. I'm not sure what that reason is, or where I'm going with this, but I do know that I'm unhappy.

Unhappy with the book, of course. The rest of life is satisfactory. I'm cleansing my literary palate with Nabokov, I have an actual closet, and I ate Cheerios for breaksfast today.