What is it about this time of year that just PISSES ME OFF??
I think it's the people. Sometimes, I just HATE people. Or maybe it's something else. Maybe it's all the emphasis on finding that perfect gift, which I can never seem to do. Maybe it's that sense of good cheer I'm supposed to be feeling at this time of year. Maybe it's the carbs.
Nah, it's probably the people.
Hell, even I'M annoying me. That can't be good.
As a result of this funk, I haven't felt like posting. I've written several reviews in the little copybook I compose in, but I haven't had the energy to type them. I am entirely unable to be at all witty right now.
I do, however, have the energy to read, which I've been doing as usual. After I begin my holiday break (which, thankfully, commences later this week), I'm sure I'll have plenty of alone time that will allow me to lose the annoyance that clings to me like stink on shit.
The following reviews will be up at some point in the near future:
Saturday, by Ian McEwan
Hell House, by Richard Matheson
Poetry 180, and its follow up, both edited by Billy Collins
Fragile Things, by Neil Gaiman, which I should have finished by now but is annoying me, just as everything right now is annoying me.
The Grandmothers, by Doris Lessing (who has also begun to annoy me, which is why I haven't finished this book, either)
American Supernatural Tales, edited by S.T. Joshi
I'm also currently reading the following, so those reviews will be up in the slightly less-near future:
The Book of Dave, by Will Self
The Long Walk, by Stephen King
The Fall of the House of Bush, by Craig Unger
And I have a long list of other books just waiting right behind. So fear not -- I'm not dead, just disgruntled.
I think it's the people. Sometimes, I just HATE people. Or maybe it's something else. Maybe it's all the emphasis on finding that perfect gift, which I can never seem to do. Maybe it's that sense of good cheer I'm supposed to be feeling at this time of year. Maybe it's the carbs.
Nah, it's probably the people.
Hell, even I'M annoying me. That can't be good.
As a result of this funk, I haven't felt like posting. I've written several reviews in the little copybook I compose in, but I haven't had the energy to type them. I am entirely unable to be at all witty right now.
I do, however, have the energy to read, which I've been doing as usual. After I begin my holiday break (which, thankfully, commences later this week), I'm sure I'll have plenty of alone time that will allow me to lose the annoyance that clings to me like stink on shit.
The following reviews will be up at some point in the near future:
Saturday, by Ian McEwan
Hell House, by Richard Matheson
Poetry 180, and its follow up, both edited by Billy Collins
Fragile Things, by Neil Gaiman, which I should have finished by now but is annoying me, just as everything right now is annoying me.
The Grandmothers, by Doris Lessing (who has also begun to annoy me, which is why I haven't finished this book, either)
American Supernatural Tales, edited by S.T. Joshi
I'm also currently reading the following, so those reviews will be up in the slightly less-near future:
The Book of Dave, by Will Self
The Long Walk, by Stephen King
The Fall of the House of Bush, by Craig Unger
And I have a long list of other books just waiting right behind. So fear not -- I'm not dead, just disgruntled.
5 comments:
Over the last week I've realised something...
It's not a good sign, and it isn't to my credit, but. Other people's misery makes me happy.
Thus I'd like to say, THANK YOU Biblio... Today, your annoyance makes me smile, today I get to know for just one moment that someone else's christmas is sucking more than mine...
You're misery, makes my day.
You said it. I don't care for the expectation that we should be manufacturing emotions to fit the season. For alot of people it is not a happy time. Why pretend it is?
But I do hope things get better for you. It sounds like you have a good reading list and that is a darn good start!
I'll be interested in hearing how you feel about The Book of Dave. I started it, but I couldn't handle the dialect. Which is strange, because I can handle, for example, Trainspotting. I think it was partly the pressure of it being overdue and partly just a lazy mood, but I gave up. However, the premise is fascinating to me, so if you think it's worthwhile, I might give it a second try.
Also! I know this isn't the main thing bothering you, but I never worry about the perfect gift. I get so many disappointing gifts (usually stuff I'm allergic to) that I mostly try to give people a couple (or several, if they're my family!) gifts, and that way, if one is disappointing, hopefully the other(s) will be better.
That's funny, Dewey - I'm enjoying TBOD, and don't find the language a problem, but I could NOT get through Trainspotting to save my life.
Of course, I tried to read it quite a long time ago, so that might have something to do with it as well. I'm not sure if I even still have it...I remember spilling coffee all over it and not minding too much, which just goes to show how little I cared for it.
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