Jun 16, 2005 12:03
It's four-thrity in the Aye Em, the entire state of Utah is rioting inside my stomach, and outside the birds begin to perform an opera of epic proportions. I'm reading so that I have something to occupy my ming until I am overcome by fatigue and fall asleep.
The book is Survior by Chuck Palhinuck. Not a great book when you're already feeling off, but the way that Chucky P draws you in to his stories is so captivating that it doesn't really matter.
Bah, stupid LJ.