reality check.
Last night, I fell asleep reading a book. In fact, that's the second day in a row I've done that. And the book isn't even boring. I really like it, actually. I just can't keep my eyes open lately.
The book is Handling Sin by Michael Malone. (For those of you paying way too much attention, his name might sound familiar because he also wrote Red Clay, Blue Cadillac, which I read--now that I think about it, that was almost two years ago, actually--and wrote a review of. That is, back when I was ambitious and wrote reviews. Notice, that section of the site has been gone for quite some time.) I'm a little surprised at myself for choosing this book out of the often-referenced stacks of books that seem to be constantly underfoot in this apartment like affection-depraved cats. Why? Because it's over 600 pages long. I want to finish these books after all, so it seems odd that I picked one of the biggest I could find. It was picked for these two reasons: 1) it had somehow surfaced and was the top book in it's particular stack, and 2) I needed something funny.
It is funny. Though, I'm not that far into it, relatively speaking.
My job has been driving me a little nuts lately. Everyone keeps going on vacation and I have to get their shifts covered, when really, what I want, is to go on vacation myself. Of course. Who doesn't want that?
I will be going home to TN for the last weekend of the month. And I will be flying alone for the first time in several years. I'm embarrassingly nervous. I used to fly much more and am now totally out of the habit. Not that that is altogether bad, considering I've always hated flying, even when I was used to it. I'm going to be in town for my youngest nephew's birthday, which has never happened before.
So, because work has been driving me a little nuts, I can't sit in the recliner to read. Because I fall asleep. Because this is the closest thing to stress retail is going to get you. (I mean, really, it's not like I work for the bomb squad. People won't die if we run out of Middlesex, no matter how good people keep saying it is.)
The book is Handling Sin by Michael Malone. (For those of you paying way too much attention, his name might sound familiar because he also wrote Red Clay, Blue Cadillac, which I read--now that I think about it, that was almost two years ago, actually--and wrote a review of. That is, back when I was ambitious and wrote reviews. Notice, that section of the site has been gone for quite some time.) I'm a little surprised at myself for choosing this book out of the often-referenced stacks of books that seem to be constantly underfoot in this apartment like affection-depraved cats. Why? Because it's over 600 pages long. I want to finish these books after all, so it seems odd that I picked one of the biggest I could find. It was picked for these two reasons: 1) it had somehow surfaced and was the top book in it's particular stack, and 2) I needed something funny.
It is funny. Though, I'm not that far into it, relatively speaking.
My job has been driving me a little nuts lately. Everyone keeps going on vacation and I have to get their shifts covered, when really, what I want, is to go on vacation myself. Of course. Who doesn't want that?
I will be going home to TN for the last weekend of the month. And I will be flying alone for the first time in several years. I'm embarrassingly nervous. I used to fly much more and am now totally out of the habit. Not that that is altogether bad, considering I've always hated flying, even when I was used to it. I'm going to be in town for my youngest nephew's birthday, which has never happened before.
So, because work has been driving me a little nuts, I can't sit in the recliner to read. Because I fall asleep. Because this is the closest thing to stress retail is going to get you. (I mean, really, it's not like I work for the bomb squad. People won't die if we run out of Middlesex, no matter how good people keep saying it is.)
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