After a few weeks of being screwed over out of a second job and betrayed by a man who was jealous of me getting more money than him, I hung out with Monica, who I haven’t seen in a few months. It was a much needed break from the reality I find myself in.
We hit up the used book shops for our reunion; book hunting is what we do best and, possibly, what we do to make ourselves feel better (I know I do, anyway). Buying a nice lot of books plus a Buck Owens record elevated my mood – and, if it didn’t, the Chinese food did help.
Currently, I’m reading Yes Man by Daniel Wallace – the book went off to inspire a Jim Carrey movie which also stars Zooey Deschanel. At first glance, the book nearly motivated me to say yes more, but then quickly changed my mind when the cynical side of me awoke. Too many complications can come from such an idea, not to mention trouble.
I don’t mind the trouble if it’s fun trouble. I just mind the trouble that can kill me, you know?
After I finish the book, I’ll have to choose between one of the eight books I purchased for myself (the ninth book, The House on Mango Street, I purchased for my mother). I’m feeling a little sci-fi right now, so I might give one of the four Arthur C. Clarke books I purchased: The Songs of a Distant Earth, The Wind From the Sun, The Sands of Mars, or The Sentinel – a collection of short stories that inspired the novel (and later, the film) 2001: A Space Odyssey. More than likely, it’ll be the latter because it’s short fiction and that’s what I need right about now.
Chapin City Blues 