spent 2.5 hours waiting for a doctor today, reading Pelevin. it was weird, the words of the book mixing up with the words of the other patients mixing up with the pre-spring rays of the sun in the post-winter waiting room of the doctor’s office. it (the waiting room) was chock full of ill people (myself included). by the time i got home, i felt somewhat like… this.
so far the only good thing to have happened today: i learnt that Peter S. Beagle liked the cover (that we’ve come up with for the Hungarian edition of a book of his) a real lot. (see the thumbnail link right below this post. and don’t hesitate to click it for an enlarged view.)