another saturday night cozy in my disaster area of an apartment. i am not the world's best housekeeper; i always forget the basic lesson that you must straighten up right away or the job will get so big that you won't want to do it at all. as a result, most places i live or work look like a bomb went off in a library.
in any case, i slept late to make up for all the sleep i didn't get this week. another rough one too; at least it looks like i'll have a lot of work to do (and bill) for at least another couple of months.
i only managed to leave the apartment to go to the gym. spent the rest of the day watching law and order: criminal intent off of the dvr, and bits and pieces of various football games.
meanwhile i've compiled quite a stack of books to keep me from reading the brothers karamazov, which distresses me. i'm going through the highlights of susan cooper's the dark is rising series, then i have a book on writer's block my shrink gave me, then nora ephron's i hate my neck, then who knows what else.
it's distressing because i used to read good books all the time. two summers ago i read anna karennina and loved it. my whole life--well, since i was fifteen--i've read big, important (& self-important) books and loved them. so why do i need to only read escapism now?
i've decided that i'm stressed and unhappy and that's why i can't summon up the strength to read hard things. so i need to remove some of this stress and as much of this unhappiness as possible.
easy. sure.
"date" tomorrow night as we give long-standing admirer a third chance. yeah, that will help relieve stress all right.
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