such dangers pertaining to blowing life savings on norwegian music have, for now, been removed. someone far more dang ji li duan got in ahead of me and bought them, so opera gloves and first edition thurbers are back in the running. my meeting with alison milbank took much longer than i had expected. i had hoped to be dismissed in half an hour, but was kept for close to an hour and a half. it wasn't that it was a bad talk, and she gave me lots of suggestions. it's just that i don't know what to say to her, and i am not good with answering the questions she poses me. plus she's the organised kind who likes to know how i plan to proceed, or what direction the project will take, but i never know these things myself. i don't know her well enough either, although i like her of course, and she is very nice. anyway, she's assigned me wittgenstein and biblical riddles and squirrel nutkin to read. the last of which i did, and i don't get it at all. i want to leave children's riddling out of the whole business and only deal with adult riddles. those are so much easier, darn it. the trouble with this project is that now that i've persuaded them all to leave me alone i am worried to death that i'm left alone. i like being left alone but i wish they wouldn't be so sure i'm going to get this project done. "i get the feeling you're the kind of person who's hardworking and prefers to work on her own and we don't want to get in the way of your creative processes" hah! got ideas, yes, hardworking, haha. that's where everyone makes the mistake. my plans are always big, but, as nohrnberg once said, "her concentration is small". they'll be appalled to know how little work i've done. and i would hate for anyone to enlighten them. but i don't want taskmasters either, that would be horrible.

the trouble with this new comforter is that i want to stay under it all the time. warmly on your way to being asleep is the ideal state of being, i think. i can only think of two improvements on that.