Not to be redundant, but I've had the oddest experiences today. I was nauseated and dizzy and belabored with a carsick headache when riding in shotgun on a level road. I was asked for advice by someone thrice my age and education and felt as if I knew exactly what to say. I ate something at the old Hamishaunt Place (that in itself is an oddity). But for the appearance of Sir Hamish himself in a brief epilogue of my journey, I saw none of my habitual companions. And, last but certainly not the least of these startling events: I was witness and accomplice in the extroverted moment of a practically invisible member of staff at an Office of Perpetual Responsibility, who consequently played the eight minute version of Don McLean's "American Pie" at twice it's socially-appropriate level (and sang with a not-unpleasant voice).

To repeat the sentiments earlier professed; curiouser and curiouser! But I am so tired that anything I say now will be anticlimactic to my Day.

Miss Manette is getting on my nerves, as is Charles Darnay and Mr. Lorry. Mr. Lorry in particular, reminds me of Mr. Bumble. "Business, business!" To Halifax with it.

The dear Mr. Carton, of whom we should all be so fond, has done himself the credit to be witty, observant, and too fond of cowardice. People who get drunk because they have an unrequited love don't deserve it . . . yes, that sounds quite harsh, but who ever showed they loved a person by getting drunk for them? Love should inspire you to be a better person than you are. Carton has just been dubbed annoying. I know he redeems himself in the end, but I hope he doesn't continue in the same vein he now all through the rest of the book because presently he is just the sort of person to write a teen-angst-daily-event blog. I should like to sic Mssr. SnaPpy on him.

There, now it is quite all out:) I should now go read Emerson's essay on Self-Reliance and calm myself down. The library, though freezing, affords an upstairs half-room with leather couches that make particularly nice napping-spots (if you can stop shivering).

Has anyone else read "A Tale of Two Cities"? What were your impressions?

*hums to herself*