Evidence just started kicking my ass tonight. Stupid Washington v. Crawford . Hearsay was sooo easy up until now. Oh well, I'll figure it out tomorrow after a little sleep. For now though, I am going to go to bed, and either read the New Yorker's Summer Fiction Issue (finally), or listen to Neil Gaiman reading his Hugo Award winning A Study in Emerald. If I read the former, it will no doubt leave me wanting to read more Murakami; if I listen to the later, it will make me realize how desperately I need to read some (as in any) H.P. Lovecraft. And so the book list grows ever longer. Worse fates could befall a man.
Life is good.
Life is good.
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Really, Fernet and Gaiman doesn't stand up to diesel and Lovecraft. Or just Lovecraft.
DeusExMachina said:
Yeah. The one, and only time I have had Fernet is when I did a shot with one of my favorite bartenders. Of course, I would drink diesel if she put it in front of me. *swoon*.