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So. Full. Of hummous and shwarma. I can hardly sit up straight. Unfortunately, I consider this a good thing, and that is why I am a piss-poor dieter.

Am reading House of Leaves right now, my interest in it having been piqued by redkisskate, and I cannot say with any certitude that I love it. I cannot say, even, that I like it, especially. What I can say is that I cannot seem to stop reading it. It is a bit of a mess, but it is a mess to obsess over, to bite my nails over, to be totally freaked out by. It fascinates me to the point that I am reluctant to stop reading to go to bed, to the point where I kind of want to call in sick to keep reading. And this makes me think: what more can one ask from a book? Beauty of language, fine storytelling, compelling plot: these are objective things, and I love reading books that contain them. But in the end, it's the subjective that makes a book memorable, for me.

Will possibly overintellectualize later on why this book has this strange hold over me. But for now: *_*

Today a man came into the office where I was working. He was friends with several of the office staff, and was complaining about how he's always getting hit on by gay men. If I weren't opposed to making personal comments to people I hardly know, I'd have told him that if he didn't want to be hit on by gay men, he totally ought to stop dressing like a stereotypical gay man's wet dream. Tall, extremely fit, handsome, with hair shorn very close to the scalp but not completely shaved, tight jeans, tight t-shirt with the sleeves rolled just a bit. I mean, just looking at him, my gaydar went off the charts, and man, I would have said before today I don't even have gaydar. Of course gay men try to pick him up. I would, if I were a gay man.

I got upgraded again, at my hotel, this time to one of those mini-suite thingies. I now have a kitchenette and a little living room with a sofa and armchair for the week. And where am I sitting? In bed. Where did I sit last night before bedtime? In bed.