I have finished the novel by Murakami today, which I'd been reading for more than half a year. I used to come home every weekend and read two chapters. I skipped that from time to time, though.
And the other thing - when I said 'home' I did that with hesitation. I used to come there every weekend but then on Monday I used to come BACK. That felt like returning home from being out at somebody else's house. Now I'm staying at my parents' place. That is strange, but... maybe I am just a little bit homesick.
I decided to watch more movies with Ed Norton. He makes every movie better, more elegant, more beautiful and deeper. I am not certain, but I like his acting, he is good.
Days go by, nothing big really happens. I guess I should blog more to see the small things in my life.
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