russians

Last night I finished Crime and Punishment.  My mom sent me an email with advice about how to navigate this horrible world as an introvert.  GOD MOM I was like TO BE CLEAR the reason I don't hang out with people is because they breathe too loud.
But today I said, OK reluctantly back to the real world, albeit with less passion and murder.  Yes, today is the day I walk down the street (G street, even! the scary one) in broad daylight and when I see someone I know I will not jump behind a bush!
I saw someone I know, I said Hey - you know in the epilogue of Crime and Punishment when he is washed with overwhelming happiness about finding himself capable of love of woman and Jesus?  Is that like supposed to be promoting redemption or is supposed to say religion is another ridiculous psychological state (which would be consistent with the rest of the book) ??  She was like I have not read crime and punishment, ok I said fuck the real world and I went to buy another classic (Babbit.
Who knew there was an entire genre of boring middle aged white men bored even by themselves.  Add Babbit to The Winter of Our Discontent and The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.  I recommend reading them if you are pursuing a degree in a boring field such as real estate though finding this genre won't ever occur to you, nevermind how it finds me.)
My piano teacher has read crime and punishment in Russian, so there was nothing lost in translation.  She schedules class on Sundays.  While taking notes I was so immersed that I forgot to discriminate between lecture and ranting, so under the section of American technique my notebook says WHEN I LIVED IN MOSCOW I HAD TO WAKE UP AT SIX AM AND STAND IN THE COLD IN LINE WITH COFFEE AND CIGARETTES TO PAY FOR A PRACTICE ROOM FOR TWO HOURS.  FOR THE OTHER FOUR HOURS I PRACTICED ON 88 KEYS I PAINTED ON A PIECE OF CARDBOARD.