Pee-Verse

So this is the first time in a week I'm not totally exhausted. Yesterday was the first time I got a real night's sleep since Antioch. Just so much that had to be done, so much I wanted to do, so much that if I hadn't done...oh boy. Of course sleeping for almost an entire day puts you behind in a million other ways. I still need to clean my house, I didn't make it grocery shopping, and there's a pile of papers on my desk that I swear wasn't their on Friday.

Furthermore for some reason there is a blemish on my jaw that yesterday had swollen up to the size of a ping-pong ball. Now it's come down a bit, but it still sucks. It's not that I give a rat's ass about the way it looks, but it's weird for people to go, "What happened?" and me to have to say, "Nothing." It's like they think I'm lying. Like I got in a fight and some guy clocked me and I just don't want to talk about it.

I finished reading "The Year of Living Biblically" the other day. It was one of the better books I've read in awhile, and I think I'll check out the authors other book at some point. But when I went to the store the other day I was planning on going in another direction. I picked up the new Laymon book ('course he's been dead seven years this month I think, so how "New" could it be.) and as I was wandering out of the store a memoir called "Are You There God? It's Me. Kevin."
I picked it up because it looked interesting, and started reading it Saturday night. It seemed pretty good, but nothing jumped out at me early on, until I put the book down that is. I dropped it on top of "A Year of Living Biblically" on the bathroom floor (where that book will lie per the leave 'em where ya finish 'em policy). As I sat there I read the comments on the back of the book. There was one writer blurb praising this author's previous book. The writer blurb was by a guy named A.J. Jacobs...who happened to write "The Year of Living Biblically". Small world, eh?

Anyway...I've got a ton of shit to do here. So I might go grab some hot chocolate instead of actually doing it.