分岔路。抉择。残缺。回家。

Turned down two invitations to go 蜻蜓飞, one to hang out at Holland V, and another one to gatecrash a birthday party at Bar None.

Today totally feel like going home. Near my bed and books. With the hope to crash early (hmm..what's the likelihood that i'll go sleep early).

Maybe I should hv hung out at HV. That would at least take some of the feelings of edgy feelings away.

Nevermind. I'll just continue to read Asimov, and hoping that Ian Rankin will turn up again after it mysteriously disappeared.