Fifty pages in — Vanity…

Fifty pages in -- Vanity Fair delightfully funny and charming. Only sorry that I have to read in such a rush, and cannot linger and savor. Own fault for procrastinating this summer. Why didn't I do more reading then?

Oh yes. Was all angstful about move to Chicago, coping with Kevin, intense emotions, unpacking and rearranging and buying furniture, etc. Forgot. Generally so cheerful and placid now, hard to remember what last summer felt like.

Placid in an anxious-about-exams-trying-not-to-panic way, of course.

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