No, I’m not actually lonely. I’m quoting Matchbox 20 lyrics. Which is probably a sign of incipient mental collapse, possibly brought on by jerky overdose.
Anyway I am up to 76% on Bad Astronomy, knocked off another 15% of Goodbye, Columbus while waiting to have dinner with friends, and I’m probably 80% done with the Doonesbury anthology, which is proving to be a real strong competitor. I’m up way too late. Eyeballs feel like sand. Happily I get to sleep in tomorrow.
In other news I’ve turned up two shortish books to read soon. Normally I do enjoy long books, but when you’ve committed to reading 100 books in a year, a few short ones definitely seem like a sound strategy. First is another Bill Bryson book, this one about Shakespeare, and the other is a YA title I found in a milk crate of books in the basement.
Can’t recall the title. Too bushed. Cannot cope, off to Mordor.