| Written by Diana, on 17-04-2005 00:33 |
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Okay I'm officially depressed. I can't handle this apartment hunting thing much longer. People aren't calling/emailing me back about where the heck they're REALLY located even though I have an appointment in 12 hours to see the space. The Writer's Block. In Notes from Underground, Dostoevsky's opening sentence is this: "I am a sick man....I am a spiteful man." Somehow, this drew me right in. I had to know what this guy had to say for 153 pages. It turned out to be an unrealistically entertaining adventure. As many times as I've read it, I still can't put it down. I don't write non-fiction so this block only helps a little; however, it's about three inches tall so I'll give it a chance. I drove by this apartment today and I saw a chained entryway. How ugly, I almost want to trespass. I hate people who don't get it.
Last update: 17-04-2005 00:33
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