biggity bam. american gods is now behind me. i enjoyed it a lot. love that neil gaiman. his characters are so interesting, and even if the story isn’t profound, it’s just a joy to read. not that the story wasn’t profound, necessarily. i just think, i’m pretty sure, that i am bound to love anything that ever comes out of that man. not to be taken too literally, of course.

so it’s on to american psycho which comes recommended highly from multiple trusted associates, and on into the week. the problem with this week, is that i’m aware that it’s not even a full week, so no matter how much of a drag it might be, i have to realize that next week has a whole additional day’s worth of potential unpleasantness. i thought i’d come back from a long weekend all recharged, but i know full well that extra days off just make me that much lazier and less willing to do go through the motions. but at least, oh thank heavens, i’ve had time to read so far this semester, in the non-textbook, non-required sense. often times i think that books are my salvation in times when i can’t think of nearly enough things worth doing with my day, or really sure that i want to do anything at all with them. there are some things in my life i’m sure i could do without (maybe should do without), but on the opposite end of that spectrum is the pleasure of reading.

that was one of those “why did i write that out for other people to read?” moments. don’t mind the boy, he’s just a harmless bookworm.