Still can't function properly outside the house. I mean, I still behave as if there were one bolt missing in my brain. For example, giving £2 when I was going to give £3 to a shopkeeper. Then, in another shop, I almost forgot to lift one of my shopping bags at the till. Of course I laughed off such stupidity. (And shop assistants laughed, too.) I wonder how long this will last...
Read more of The Lord of the Rings. It's getting near the end and it's getting more exciting partly because there's more actions and it's more unpredictable than it was in previous parts. Tolkien doesn't use too many words to describe things, but he wrote so beautifully that I couldn't stop reading until after 1.30am last night. So, I'm tired for lack of beauty sleep. Who should I blame - Tolkien or Z who gave me the book??
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