Well, I know what I’ll be adding to my Netflix queue.
I’m about 700 pages in. I’m trying to figure out whether or not it’s weirder than Kafka on the Shore (which I loved). It certainly has a lot of the same themes and structure, but the emphasis on sex is distracting.
THERE’S MY CAPSULE REVIEW BASED ON HAVING READ ONLY 3/4 OF THE BOOK.
I only realized today that my mother is not going to die in the very near future. After a summer of hospital visits and hiding from the phone, it’s a relief to be able start to enjoy the time I spend with my parents again.
They’re getting older though. They’ve reached the phase of their lives where they split a chicken breast* and rice for dinner. I don’t like worrying about having no family, so I generally try and put it out of my head. My guess is, though, that periods like this summer will become a more common occurrence.
Whatever. I don’t want to think about it anymore.
*To be fair, my mother did say it was an exceptionally large chicken breast.
Every day I wake up and I look at myself in the mirror and I tell myself that I’m not evil.
HEY COOL WHY AM I READING THIS?
Just heard a great story from this guy in a Yankees hat explaining that he only wears it to show he’s from the Bronx and actually hates the Yankees. He totally gets annoyed that people ask him if he likes the Yankees just because he wears the hat! In fact he hates ALL baseball because it doesn’t “give [him] any money.”
Mind = blown.
Real Steel is obviously the number 1 movie among Burn Notice fans, right?