oh, monday i also finished stay, which is the sequel to the blue place. i didn't like it nearly as much, though i don't mean that in some way that degrades my positive vibe for her as a writer. stay was just very much about the nearly-sociopathic heroine of the first book kind of "out growing" being a sociopath-lite. i don't know; aud is at my favorite when she breaks a guy's legs & leaves him to die on a glaciar, or hits a guy's car with her own, gets out, douses him with gasoline, & lights him on fire. you want to know who she reminds me of? especially her relationship with tammy in stay? conan the barabarian. though of course better choices would be all the brutal noir men of mystery fiction; i'm just not a big mystery-head.
sunday wasn't so much a shut-in day, somehow. i had to do crummy laundry, but mostly i thought about the voynich manuscript & read my book while waiting for the tumbling clothes to stop. then fordmadoxfraud came over just in time for the three of us to go to carla's apartment on the upper east side to hang out with her & andrew for an impromptu party for jenny's birthday. i gave her 25 swats & a pinch to grow on. there was climbing on the ceilling, & fighting, & charades, & hors d' oeuvres, &c. then we had to take the trains home, & that wasn't so bad, but fuck, it wasn't any good.