8th October, 07

Nothing colorful, nothing significant, nothing praiseworthy done. A slothful day slipped by taking useless ramble, to the university, in and out of library, to the citycenter and back. Emails and bus into the city center. Dropped cv at a restaurant. Kindling of hope and experiencing it extinguished. Just it. Oh, yes, I phoned home, talked to Anita. Asal did badly in today's paper. She shouted at him. He was weeping on phone and complaining about her with me. Evening meal and books and bed.