Feeds:Wednesday
"Jolt? I once considered buying that." -student Jason, 07/31/2008
Read Galactic Pot Healer, by Dick. I liked it, I really, really liked it. I can feel it already, inching its way up the billboard chart inside me, trying to become my favorite book. I'm not sure I should let it; after all, we just met.
Going to the library every day is something I do. Lately, I go to the library, return a book, check out a new book, read it that day, and return it the next. Every day I read a book (plus some Tolstoy), whether it's from the public library or from Lauren's private one. They are not all good books. I'm sorry, I get sidetracked. What I'm trying to say is, this is a great pleasure and a great pain to me. How long can I keep it up? How long until I can wrest myself away from such a trap? This is the problem with being unstoppable; one can't always tell in what direction one is traveling. Or rather, seeing two locomotives run head-on towards each other, one never is quite sure which train he rides on. Call it hyperposition if you must, but I won't be collapsing anytime soon, I fear. I will continue to cast puns, however; this cannot be avoided.
The (other other) bard proclaims, "At last, I'm the first to predict the past, I can see into the previous and have the last laugh." In the above train of thought (hee hee), hardly a trivial thing.
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