Ditched plans with lovely company. I have the most wonderful friends in the world, but sometimes people are less profound than papers with words.
The introvert has resurfaced, and she is unstoppable.
And thus begins my reading on a lovely summer night. First to cross off from my list - Kafka's The Trial.
Let's hope Josef K. is as riveting as Gregor Samsa, and less confusing than Cincinnatus C..
I rest my case.
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