After those obligations, I went to Bartell. Figured I might as well make a tour of the cold remedy aisle and try something new. My chosen remedy left me feeling momentarily drowsy; so I went to Solstice for a latte and to think about ideas for my English paper.
Brendan was there and we talked a little, I took note of some CDs to check out, but I was mostly caught up in my own agenda. I reread parts of The Crying of Lot 49 out of order and wrote pages of questions and thoughts and quotes. I hope that some of it is worthwhile when I look at it again tomorrow. My current thoughts involve Oedipa's paranoia not being irrational.
I think Pynchon uses too many commas. Aside from that, the sentences are amazing.