June 3rd, 2007


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This book is like, what's it called when you cut something in half and then again and again but it's infinite because you can always cut it in half again? That's what reaching the end of this book is like. Visible, yet infinitely far away. I need to make dinner (and I really want to just fry eggs and call it good, but there's chicken in the fridge and it'd be stupid to let it go to waste) and finish this *damned* chapter, and then probably sit there and try to figure out exactly what needs to happen to lurch the last few chapters to THE END.