If there’s one thing that gets me every time, it’s having a wet shirt sleeve. Man oh man, do I hate that!
I decided a couple weeks ago to try another Hemingway novel to test its “any better”-ness than A Farewell to Arms. Well, 100 pages in, I again felt I was wasting my life, so I quit The Sun Also Rises. Now on to Deadeye Dick, one of the Vonnegut books I surprisingly have not read, because a friend once told me it wasn’t very good. Well, it turns out he wasn’t very good either, so maybe the book will be great. Or not bad.
Saw the Hunger Games movie the other night. I will review this tomorrow.
Until then, you really need to sleep. It’s 11 for heaven’s sakes.