i had a strange feeling this morning that i’m running out of energy; like the whole concept of aging that i normally don’t care about at all was trying to make itself physically, undeniably felt so that i couldn’t pretend it was no big deal. i didn’t want to get out of bed and when i did, all i wanted to do was sit down. it was kinda scary for a few minutes until i remembered i just stayed up too late and hadn’t eaten very well the night before. and i should probably get some exercise, i’ve been pretty lazy lately.

tonight i plan to really buckle down on finishing a book i promised myself would be done by the end of the month. that only gives me a couple more nights, and it would be a shame to have to stay in friday night just to keep myself from calling me a liar. the main motivation is that there are so many OTHER books waiting in line to be read, i can’t be piddling around with this one for a whole month, that’s just ridiculous.

also, i saw on largehearted boy today (posted a while ago, but today is when i saw it) a link to another site’s 100 sci-fi books you need to read, and didn’t recognize a lot of them. which reminded me, i haven’t read a good classic sci-fi book in a while — maybe since i read dune in college? — and i’m long overdue, but i don’t even know which one to grab. i mean, i could always pick up yet another philip k dick story, but that just seems too easy, doesn’t it? if anyone has any suggestions let me know. in exchange, i’ll recommend a couple of my all-time favorites from that same list: neuromancer by william gibson, and cat’s cradle by kurt vonnegut. i mean, besides the obvious ones that everyone with a bookshelf has read, like 1984 and a brave new world. i’m leaning toward either clockwork orange or re-reading some hitchhikers guide, but please convince me to pick up something totally new. i’d be grateful.