Tomorrow Belongs to Me
Recovered mostly from my cold. Still congested and sniffling - I still can't bring myself to have a cigarette, though I did have a few drinks over the weekend. I'm actually sort of afraid I only managed a temporary victory and my cold is coming back. Which means I need to step up the constant vigilance. Hot water and lemon juice, days ago you served me in the Sinus Wars; now I beg you to help me in my struggle against congestion.
I'd really like contacts again. I should look into that, but that means finding a new optometrist. I also need to find a physician and a dentist around here. Sigh. Time to start using that insurance, I reckon.
Want to start talking like Rorschach in honor of new Watchmen movie. Read old script recently - terrible. Made less sense than original Fantastic Four movie. Total destruction of decent ending. No need for thought. Thought. Like Coke in green glass bottles, America doesn't make it anymore.
The list of books I need to read is exponential, and sometimes I feel guilty for wanting to reread books instead of finish new ones. I devoured the Graveyard Book, and it was fantamazing. I want to reread 'Salem's Lot, and Watchmen, and finish off rereading Polgara and the Rivan Codex. But I need to finish the Historian, The Snows of Kilamanjaro, and Monday the Rabbi Took Off. And a ton more that are on my shelves. New goal - read at least one book per week. King says to spend four to six hours reading and writing a day. I don't know if I believe that, but the man is a household name with a list of bestsellers longer than most countries' censuses. Censii? Point is, the man must know what he's doing. I don't even need to say his first name, you know?
Which is totally what I'd do. I'd be like "Call me King. You are all my bitches. My first name is too good for you."
I should get to work.
I'd really like contacts again. I should look into that, but that means finding a new optometrist. I also need to find a physician and a dentist around here. Sigh. Time to start using that insurance, I reckon.
Want to start talking like Rorschach in honor of new Watchmen movie. Read old script recently - terrible. Made less sense than original Fantastic Four movie. Total destruction of decent ending. No need for thought. Thought. Like Coke in green glass bottles, America doesn't make it anymore.
The list of books I need to read is exponential, and sometimes I feel guilty for wanting to reread books instead of finish new ones. I devoured the Graveyard Book, and it was fantamazing. I want to reread 'Salem's Lot, and Watchmen, and finish off rereading Polgara and the Rivan Codex. But I need to finish the Historian, The Snows of Kilamanjaro, and Monday the Rabbi Took Off. And a ton more that are on my shelves. New goal - read at least one book per week. King says to spend four to six hours reading and writing a day. I don't know if I believe that, but the man is a household name with a list of bestsellers longer than most countries' censuses. Censii? Point is, the man must know what he's doing. I don't even need to say his first name, you know?
Which is totally what I'd do. I'd be like "Call me King. You are all my bitches. My first name is too good for you."
I should get to work.