I went to the library to do some much needed work.

But was soon distracted by Floor 2 (floor 3 in Norway), shelve PR 4034 where this love was found;

I’m going to ignore Lutten’s complaints about the language in classics being far too ‘stiff and boring’ to enjoy, and give the book a fair go. So far I have nothing to complain about; the language is B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L.

Later in the evening I headed over to Sol’s flat for some sushi, even though I knew sushi would ignite my gagging reflexes. I had fun nonetheless, just had a mini-buffet instead by stealing the sushi ingredients while they were busy rolling up the fillings in seaweed. We all ended up in Sol’s room chatting, listening to beautiful and funky music, and fighting over bed space while Derek was behaving ridiculously funny. Had a lovely evening indeed.

Sol is my Korean friend I told you about in an earlier post. PGGANG, if you have decent sense, you should envy me: if I go to Korea, I can stay at her house!