Blind Prophecy

So I just finshed reading Choke by Chuck Palahniuk. A good read, but right on the heels of Foucault’s Pendulum and House of Leaves, I need a break from paranoia and insanity. So I’m finally re-reading the Fionavar Tapestry. Enough time has passed that although I remember the basic story, I’m falling in love again with the details.

I’m getting the Netflix guilt because I still haven’t watched the movies I’ve had for over a week. I want to, but things have just felt so crazy lately. I have to find time to watch them before the Summit, though.

Don’t know why, but I’ve been especially horny lately. I swear, either the average guy on the streets has become 50% hotter, or I need to get some more fun time in bed. For the past few days, I’ve caught myself literally imaging every cute guy I’ve seen naked… that’s not something I’ve done since I was a confused teenager (at least, not to this extent). Maybe it’s the result of reading a book about a sex addict (Choke), because I do have a bad tendency of over-identifying with characters at times. I don’t know.

Well, I’ve still got proofreading to do before lights out…

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