Clarissa's Blog

Insomnia always comes at the worst possible moment,  doesn’t it? I never feel sleepless when I can stay in bed all day long next day, catching up on sleep. I mean, why couldn’t it have attacked me at any other day in the past 3 weeks? Why can’t I be snoozing happily in a warm bed instead of sitting in the kitchen waiting for coffee to brew and knowing that I have to catch an international flight in a few hours?

I blame the middle-of-the-night phone call but it isn’t really the call’s fault. I wouldn’t have slept anyway.

So to avoid letting the night go to waste completely, I decided to finish East Lynne, a XIXth-century novel from my Classics Club challenge. I will post a review when I’m done but for now I can say that I absolutely love love love this wonderful novel.

Oh, and one more thing. I got so tired packing and wrapping gifts (an autistic packing gifts is a very sorry sight, folks) that instead of a full, sealed bottle of Dominican rum I almost wrapped an opened, slightly depleted bottle. That would be the shame of the century. Can you imagine a worse gift than a bottle of alcohol that has been partaken of already? Somehow this seems like a particularly horrible gift to give. It is like saying, “We tried it and it wasn’t too good but we know that you are so desperate to get shit-faced that you’d lap up any old leftover moonshine, so here, have a happy drunken New Year!”