September 10, 2009

Idiotic insomnia

I haven't been sleeping so well lately, so I decided to read Fyodor Dostoevsky's The Idiot in hopes that it would put me right to sleep. Maybe it would've put the high-school me to sleep, but post-college me rather enjoys this book so far. Drat.
The young ladies drank a cup of coffee earlier, in their beds as soon as they waked, at ten o'clock precisely. They liked this custom and had adopted it once for all. At half-past twelve the table was laid in the little dining-room next to their mamma's apartments, and occasionally when the general had time, he joined this family party at lunch. Besides tea, coffee, cheese, honey, butter, a special sort of fritters beloved by the lady of the house, cutlets, and so on, strong hot soup was also served.
--The Idiot, Fyodor Dostoevsky
Coffee upon waking! Fritters! Excitement! No sleep.

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