Pynchon

I was going to write something, just to catch up, but then I got sucked into the horror that is trying to book train tickets for Lorraine. She likes to know every alternative before letting me make the booking. Start times, end times, start location, end location, value tickets, advanced value tickets, two singles or one return, forward facing or backward facing.

Horrible vile woman.

Now I have to go out. I may throw myself under a car, or I may go to the cinema. Depends on how I feel.

Back later (assuming that the car thing doesn't happen).

Labels: Lorraine, Travel