(no subject)
I wish I had more time to read. I just finished Running With Scissors, a nice departure from the whorish memoir of James Frey (awful piece of crap!); Running With Scissors was well written and crazy enough that there is no way in hell he could have made it up. I am trying to depart from my usual reading of drug addicts and the dysfunctional, so I picked up two books today: Marathon Man and Dreams of My Father. Oh, Obama how I love you.
I shouldn't be doing recreational reading when I do not have time to do most of the things I am supposed to be doing, but this mental vacation is well worth it.
I shouldn't be doing recreational reading when I do not have time to do most of the things I am supposed to be doing, but this mental vacation is well worth it.