Simply terrible. This blog was supposed to help me be all introspective and improve my life. Oh, I’m sure it will. If I can ever find the time to actually write it. The biggest piece of that being the need to think of something interesting to write about. But it’s just so dang hot. And I am just so dang lazy. I just want to sit and read. “So what’s the problem?!” you ask, “Isn’t that sort of the point of the blog? To read about things so that you can write about them?” Except I’m just so easily distracted. And it’s hard for me to read a book like Blue Like Jazz if I don’t have time to really think about what I’m reading. Take notes even. I read the first chapter and it sort of kicked me in the teeth and took me right back to an incident involving my 10 year-old self and the sudden realization that my parents were….PEOPLE. Like actual people. With actual feelings.
So I realized, “Whoa, this book is serious,” and every time I have had time to read I felt like I wasn’t able to concentrate like I wanted to. So during those times I picked up an easy read. I stuck to the rule. I’ve never read this one before. But who could resist a $0.50 Steven King on a Saturday afternoon thrift store trip after Farmer’s Market? Not me, that’s for dang sure! So I’ve been reading that book for the past little bit. When I get home from work and my brain just doesn’t want to concentrate and I just want to sit on my couch and escape I’ve been reading a book in which an important character is an alien “@$$-weasel.” (totally not my word, but it’s kind of catchy) For real. I hate you, Steven King.
Postscript to Steven King: If you happen to Google yourself and read this, I don’t really hate you. I think you’re super and I’ve read The Stand 3 or 4 times. It’s just that now I think anything odd I see is alien byrus moss. And I don’t particularly care for having the image of an alien crawling out of some guy’s behind etched in my brain. But you’re still cool.