Tonight was a business dinner, and it was only mildly excruciating. Better now; got a ride home from a work-friend and have spent the last two hours on the couch, drinking champagne and tearing through Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go. Words fail me - it was like dropping down a rabbit hole. I don't remember the last time I read a book and was so thoroughly confused/astounded/perplexed/affected by the story; I never could've predicted this, and I am about thirty pages from the end, and very curious to see how it all shakes out.
