back from palermo and i'm feeling good

a little bummed that the sun goes down at 5:30 and at 6:00 it feels like midnight
i like the night but still it is far too early to feel like i have to start cooking...

i'm starting to like poetry (thanks, sylvia plath)

also i am no longer afraid that i won't have time to read all the books i want to read

i am now afraid that i've already gone through the bulk of them...

the only way to conquer this fear is to have a running list of books i'm excited to read