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.
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