Green Eggs and Codfisch

Now I may not be able to go to see Die Lustige Witze because I will be the only one home, and someone may need to open the door for the electricians who may or may not come at some point this afternoon.

I am reading Wuthering Heights, which may become one of my favourite novels if I still like it so much when I am finished. I don't suppose I can truly have that permanent an opinion after only reading 30 pages out of 400. But I have a good feeling about it, and I love characters like Heathcliff.

After this, I need to make a list of good novels with Byronic heroes. I've already read A Hero of Our Time (Pechorin, but I thoroughly disliked him, and not only because he was a sloppy copy of Pushkin's superior Eugene Onegin) and Crime and Punishment (I would argue Raskolnikov was at least a partial Byronic hero). I suppose Snape partially fits the role, too, in his JK Rowling incarnation, and I hear Jane Eyre has a Byronic hero. Does anyone have other suggestions?

He came! Early! Now I may go!

This is all very exciting, mind you, seeing as I wasn't able to go see La Traviata at the Staatsoper [the State's Opera, I suppose], which is much more sophisticated than the Volksoper [the People's Opera], where I'm going tonight. Still, I love the Volksoper, and I pass it every day on the tram, so it's much more in my heart than the Staatsoper, which is in the center of the city.

In conclusion from that tangent, I wasn't able to see La Traviata on Tuesday because I had to wait at home to open the door for the electricians! And now I was afraid it was going to happen again. I should conspire to be at home less often, because it seems my primary purpose is to open doors for people.

I don't believe it!

Public transport in Vienna is, as a general rule, absolutely brilliant. Except for when it isn't.

They had construction on part of the tracks, right, but I didn't know that, so I sat at the end station (home) and waited for twenty minutes before the tram arrived. Then we stop and change drivers...... twice. Then suddenly we go onto a different route. When I finally got to the right stop, I was seven minutes late and they apologized but wouldn't let me in.

D: I am so positively morose right now, I might melt.