Is it January yet? Because I could do with it being January.
It’s not that I don’t like December or the holidays. They’re great. It’s just that I work all the time in December and so I never seem to have time to get stuff done and do the fun things that make like worth living. It’s either one or the other. Either I do the dishes and sweep the floor, or I go out and actually see other human beings. There is no both.
So last Sunday, a few of the book club ladies got together to watch the famously terrible film, The Room starring Tommy Wiseau. Becuase this is not a movie you want to watch when perfectly sober, we had some mulled wine and winter ale to go along with our snacks and gave this horrid film a proper roasting, though I think the night’s most common phrase was, ‘Who is that?’ because characters appear and disappear in and out of the story with no rhyme or reason. You just have to go along with the ridiculousness of it, because it is not a film you can analyze at all.
Aside from my weekly Wednesday night dinner with friends from college, I didn’t do much else. I worked. I read a little. Not nearly as much as I wanted to, but I kept falling asleep mid-sentence.
On the bright side, the books I ordered from abebooks.com finally arrived for me yesterday, no thanks to DHL. The initial delivery was supposed to happen on December 2nd, but my books went on an extended tour of Ohio. They finally made it to Melrose Park, Illinois on December 6th, and then hung out there for another two days before making it to USPS, who delivered it to me within about twelve hours. Go USPS! I don’t know what DHL’s issue was, but when The Pony Express could have gotten my order to me faster than modern shipping company did, I have to wonder…
Despite my sleepiness, I did manage to finish one book, Something Wicked This Way Comes, which has been one of my favorite books since high school. I’ll try to post a review or other essay about it this week, but no promises. Work is going to be be crazy until Christmas or later.
I’m also working on The Dictionary of the Khazars, which is the book I’m reading during my lunch hours. It’s a mystical story set in the Near East and is told in a non-linear fashion as a series of encyclopedia entries. Among the characters are a sect of dream-walking priests, a princess who moves slowly through time, and Satan himself. I’m about halfway through this amazing story, but it demands your attention, otherwise you will forget why a key is significant, or who salts the cherries.
And that’s about it for this week. Exciting, I know. I’m hoping I’ll be a little more interesting at the week progresses, but no promises. ‘Tis the season for me to be a bit of a workaholic.