out of it

sorry it's been a while. i was in mexico for four days, attending the most blown-out (fancy, decadent, over-the-top) wedding ever. while it was an interesting experience, i spent most of the weekend feeling stressed out and depressed, due to a combo of legitimate personal drama and my own inexplicable idiosyncratic weirdness.

now i'm back and still feeling a little depressed and unloved and antisocial. all i want to do is read the book i started over the weekend - The Name of the Rose, by umberto eco. it's kind of a thinking man's Da Vinci Code. it's both a page-turning mystery and a fascinating history of the early and medieval catholic church.