So I’ve been failing steadily on all of my New Year Resolutions. I’m not exercising much. I’m not eating better. All my attempts at being productive were abandoned when the part time thing worked out. Put on hold, rather. Which means I’ve spent every weekend in the last two months lying around because I’ll be doing shit anyway from April. And then from May. And now it’s May and I’m stretching the full time once again, for a month (I think).
But this can no longer be a reason to not do things. And so, this is the last weekend I spend reading two books in a row. I’ll go back to my one book a month ration now. Really.
Also, in general, in life, don’t read a book about the holocaust right after reading a tragic love story involving a quadriplegic. It’s just not a good plan.
PS. The tone of this post came out all wrong. I’m actually in quite a nice mood today. Really. In spite of having just finished a book about the holocaust.
Oh well. I guess it forces some solemnity into your voice anyway.