December 31, 2006
From Fyodor Dostoevsky’s The Idiot, which I’m halfway through. I’ve told my son if I do not finish the book I’ll eat poop. The poop of his choice, no less. Rogozhin’ll get me through the book though — he’s dark and sudden, impassioned and annoying. I don’t like the prince so much, and I’m pretty much reading it and just waiting for Rogozhin to show back up.