It’s Martin Luther King, Jr. Day here in the US. And two days to the presidential inauguration. It feels like we’re just holding our collective breath, waiting for the other metaphoric shoe, or another goddamned homegrown terrorist attack, to drop.
So, we watched the absolutely ridiculous film,Jupiter Rising, this evening; Fen, their girlfriend Kimmy, and I.
And then, to recover some brain power afterwards, we turned to an old classic, circa 1994, that Fen and I hadn’t seen in a while and that Kimmy had never seen.
Image is of a tiny, read haired girl with flowers in her hair spinning around happily.
It was tacos for dinner tonight. Low spoons means low effort meal. They put on the MST3K of Outlaw on after that, so I retired to my room. I’ve no desire to see anything based on The Books of Gor. Reading them was more than enough.
I just read a short story that was a little Purge-like called Little Monsters: A Halloween Story. It’s got an odd, emotionally detached narrator but it was engaging. Wouldn’t read it again, but it was enjoyable.
I’m going to meditate and then crash for the night.
I often make the joke that I am more “ish” than I am Jewish. It’s literally true, at least according to Ancestry.com’s results.
Anyway, how does that relate to a reading challenge? I’ll explain: one of my goals for 2021 is to read fifty two books this year. That breaks down to one a week…ish. I have a tendency to read in fits. So, it’s the -ish Challenge. A book a week-ish.
There’s always something a little jarring about finishing reading a book. Detaching one’s self from the fictional world and stepping back into the “real” world.
So, when Fen and I first moved into the apartment, I needed a new bed frame. I ordered one from Amazon and waited for delivery. But, then, I got two packages instead of one!
I’m sleep deprived. And took my sleeping medication that didn’t work last night. So I’m fighting to stay awake long enough to knock this out.
I’m still behind in NaNoWriMo, but I haven’t given up yet. I’ve got my therapy appointment with Mx. Steph tomorrow at eleven, so I’m going to spend most of my day writing if I can.
I’m goi to go appease the Duolingo owl and go to bed.
I’m in the middle of an anxiety-riddled, manic upswing. As of 9:30p.m EST tonight, I have been awake for thirty nine hours. And I’m not tired. Well, mentally I am exhausted but physically I feel like I could run a marathon.