I made soup (a present from my mother) for dinner tonight. I have to start eating semiregularly again. I missed dinner last night and breakfast this morning, and in the middle of topology, I just wanted to throw up and had a splitting headache, either from lack of caffeine or lack of food. You pick.

I don't want to think about the war, so I'm retreating to the world of TV, random fun websites, and reading. I'm working on Ishiguro's The Unconsoled right now. I hadn't realised it would be so weird. I can't figure out why Ryder doesn't remember his past and why everything he remembers in England had been transported to central Europe. And if you know, please don't tell me. I'm really enjoying the book. I also have Kavalier and Clay and Grendel, courtesy of my mother's 25% educators discount at Barnes and Noble on Saturday. Thanks mom.