Much hasn't warranted posting recently. I've been spending time finishing Al Franken's Lies..., since then moving on to a book called The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. It comes, only 70 pages along, with my seal of approval. It centers around an autistic 15 year-old's investigation into the death of a neighbour's dog (I use the 'U' because the book takes place in England. And I'm a dork like that.). I'm in the middle of the twenty-seventh chapter—prime number 107. I like it.
I've been getting to bed well past midnight and sleeping well past noon. I've been spending much of my time—to the dismay of its owners—at Phrathaüs, playing pool and watching DVDs. I slept there, in a chair, through the midnight bridging the last year to this one. Since then, I've dwelled on the fact that I will be turning twenty this year—something to which I cannot say I am entirely looking forward.
I do not miss Grinnell, and have pondered, recently, whether or not my chosen institution will be the one from which—come Spring 2007—I commence. We'll see.
My resolution is, as usual, to "be nicer to people." We'll see.
I've yet to go to the art museum, pick up a City Pages or get a haircut. Though I have tentative plans to do all three. We'll see.
Peace.
-Todd
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