What you gonna do?

Not sure. Tomorrow I'll go to Salzburg for the day which makes me grin like a madman.

I read "Maurice" by E.M. Forster tonight and thought it was incredibly depressing. Unbelievably so. I couldn't go to sleep for hours because I was still pondering how the characters turned out. It was a strange book to read and unlike what I'd read of Forster before (which amounts to more than half of all the novels he ever published). I'm not sure if I liked it, either.