It's already 10:30, and I've yet to even have a bath (a new habit I've made for myself). I have a book to read and a bed to get into. ASAP.
Grateful, though.
May be time for another gratitude list.
05 February 2014
04 February 2014
Too Late to Write Anything Substantial
Started reading The Andromeda Strain.
It's later than I'd like for just popping in to write a post, but this is a significant period in my life. February always is. In less than an hour, I'll have been sober for two years. Two years without a pill. Without a bump. Nothing speedy. Nothing Earthly. Not a drop of alcohol.
Such a thing probably doesn't seem important to someone who is not an alcoholic, but it's important to me.
It's later than I'd like for just popping in to write a post, but this is a significant period in my life. February always is. In less than an hour, I'll have been sober for two years. Two years without a pill. Without a bump. Nothing speedy. Nothing Earthly. Not a drop of alcohol.
Such a thing probably doesn't seem important to someone who is not an alcoholic, but it's important to me.
03 February 2014
And Now for Something Completely Different
I finished In Cold Blood (at this rate, I'm never going to make my Goodreads goal for the year), and I have much to write about the various experiences that I've had while engrossed in the endeavor. They will have to wait until later (tomorrow, I hope) to be typed here.
I've got to go search my shelves for the next great work.
After 2001 and this last one, I really ought to go for something on the lighthearted/trashy side of literature, but I don't know that I'm quite ready to give 50 Shades of Grey another shot.
I've got to go search my shelves for the next great work.
After 2001 and this last one, I really ought to go for something on the lighthearted/trashy side of literature, but I don't know that I'm quite ready to give 50 Shades of Grey another shot.
02 February 2014
No Promises, But...
One of my February goals is to get back on track with my blog, first and foremost. Although there are a ton of other things that I need to vow to make progress with and to stay on top of, I feel like this is the best and most likely place to start.
About fifty (sixty? more?) pages remain until my completion of the Truman Capote work, In Cold Blood. I don't particularly care for the way the book is making me feel, something that was especially cemented when I feel asleep watching Infamous last night and was woken up by the terrified screams shaking the night during the murder scene. I had to get up and shut the window in my dining room, not because I think someone could break in, but because having an open window (when I'm actually thinking about it) really makes me feel watched.
Is it ironic that the big news of the day was the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman, the man who played Capote in the eponymous film? Coincidences like that happen, I guess, but I always believe that there's some sort of meaning when they occur in my life.
But who could say what it might possibly portend.
About fifty (sixty? more?) pages remain until my completion of the Truman Capote work, In Cold Blood. I don't particularly care for the way the book is making me feel, something that was especially cemented when I feel asleep watching Infamous last night and was woken up by the terrified screams shaking the night during the murder scene. I had to get up and shut the window in my dining room, not because I think someone could break in, but because having an open window (when I'm actually thinking about it) really makes me feel watched.
Is it ironic that the big news of the day was the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman, the man who played Capote in the eponymous film? Coincidences like that happen, I guess, but I always believe that there's some sort of meaning when they occur in my life.
But who could say what it might possibly portend.
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