Today I woke up with the feeling that, by the end of the day, I would be wishing for a permanent vacation. Before I woke up I was having many nightmares about many things: my brother, towels, the email group I am a part of, Vietnamese food in Roxborough an dmany murkier, darker things I thankfully can't remember. I was also apparently farting the smell of hotdogs all morning.
Now it is midday and I wish I was reading Give Our Regards to the Atomsmashers. Last night I began rereading it. I like its dimensions. I like its heft. It is one of the few books I have ever paid full price for. I bought it from City Lights during a grey trip to San Francisco and read it on the plane ride back.
I remember it being uneven, but I enjoyed the two essays I read last night. More later.
2 comments:
If my sleep is any indication, there's a lot of that nightmare thing going around this week, isn't there?
Me, I blame my three most recent reading choices, which admittedly fall under the Just Asking For Bad Dreams sign in the bookshop (Blindness, What is the What, and The Glass Castle).
Better rest tonight, inspired by your re-read of "Give Our Regards..."
Thanks.
I think my problem is eating too late at night and thinking too little during the day.
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