Sui wrote:
My left eye was a little moist, but it's extremely sensitive, and will cry for anything, even if I'm not feeling depressed to the point of tears but merely a bit regretful or melancholy. It'd probably get moist at the sight of a piece of chocolate being wasted. I think both eyes would cry at that point, because you just don't waste chocolate.
*bursts into tears* No, piece of chocolate! You were so YOUNG!
Put down the
Hitchhiker's and pick up the
Ender's Game, you.
I'm in the middle of Gaston Leroux'
The Phantom of the Opera, for the second time in my life. The first time was too sudden. Or rather, too forgotten. I've also been thumbing through
Selected Poems of Langston Hughes, because they are thumbgoodness.
My favorite book is still J.M. Barrie's
Peter Pan, though, as it has been for years and years. It's charming and silly, and we likes it.