Nick and i are in the den right now, waiting for my parents to show up. He's switching back-and-forth between Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone and the playoffs - Sox vs. rays. Hermione just tried to fix Potter's eye sight on the train ride to Hogwart's. She's so young in this one - it's really odd to think that there's an effort out there in the cyber-world to find nude photos of her. Life stands still for no one.
Anyway, i started a book the other day called The Real Shark texts, or something like that. It started out pretty decent and then took a nose dive. That's not to say the book's poorly written - just the opposite, actually. The author's British, so there's that small piece to get over but after you move past that, it's fairly well packed with intrigue. From what I've been able to get so far, some dude with a dissociative disorder is trying to figure out who he is because he wakes up at the beginning in an almost death state. I really have no idea where the book's gonna go because so much happened inside the first chapter - however, I felt my interest wane when it started to slant itself toward dissociative disorders and fugue states. Does that mean I'm burnt out on psych disorders and psych stuff? Who knows.
On the aside, I picked up a couple books from Barnes and noble the other day with a gift card from Kathleen and Ed and I wanted to start reading them. I put Shark Texts away for now, anyway and started reading Tommy Land - Tommy lee's autobiography. Hopefully, it'll satisfy.
I spent the last two days cleaning the house for my parents' arrival - and Trish just finished watching a game with her dad - hockey. She's on her way home.
There's a writing contest coming up. Short Shorts. Stories in 1500 words or less. Sooner or later, I'm gonna have to get my stuff together and begin writing again or else I'll have to start rethinking the whole, "I'm a writer" mantra I use online.
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