Well, plans change. …

Well, plans change. Gone is the lounging around at Todd and Debby's all day tomorrow -- the only train out is the one at 9:50, which means I leave their house at 8:45 a.m. Serves me right for being so lackadaisical about buying my return ticket, I suppose. I'll arrive back in CT at 1:22, plenty early to get in lots of lounging about at my parents' house, so don't feel too sorry for me. I do sort of feel like I should *try* to get down to New Haven and meet with that professor, but eep -- just too much bus and train scheduling to think about, I think, especially since I'll already have spent 3.5 hrs on the train. The fates were not kind to our meeting; perhaps another time.

I'm so sleepy. We didn't end up watching a movie; instead, Debby read her new X-Men book, and I finished the Carroll. I wanted to finish it, but perhaps that wasn't wise -- it was lovely for the first two-thirds or so, and then it got darker and darker and darker. After The Marriage of Sticks, I begin to wonder if the man can write a happy book. But his turns of phrase are often delightful, and his characterization is very true, especially regarding romantic relationships. Which I also found depressing at the moment, and perhaps I won't read another Carroll book anytime soon, as they make me simultaneously long for happy endings and want to call Kevin up and yell at him for not being a different person or some such nonsense. But if you're not in the midst of romantic angst, and if you can stand an occasional dark turn to your fantasy, I recommend them to you highly.

Now I will go curl up in my pyjamas in their guest bed, and try to avoid calling Kevin by reading something else. Perhaps Tom Swift will pull me up into a better mood. I don't think there's anything romantic at all in those books...