Okay. Just finished Fight Club -- read it in like, this crazy 2.5 hour marathon during which I totally forgot I'd been feeling bad when I started. Which was good, but. But.

Holy fucking hell, that book is intense. Actually, that's probably just my fucked-up character empathy thing going on (I feel more emotion for fictional characters than I do for real people, which makes me suck), but still. And. It's one of those books where, at the end, you're like OMFG, THERE WERE HINTS ALL ALONG. And. Fucking hell. Normally I can like, still like a character in a book even when they do things I find personally reprehensible. But. Like. Gyah. Sentence structure deteriorating. Higher functions coming to a stop.

I want to have someone to talk about this book with!!!!!!!!!!! :(

I shall go play DDR, and hopefully I will be able to go to sleep and not have nightmares about becoming a psychotic killer without even knowing it.