Not being able to read really kind of ruins my life. It’s the commitment to finish something that takes a substantial amount of time that ruins me.
Interesting dream. Greg from last job going on about the radiator, I showed up, this kid I knew from high school, knew of, and they were all a small family on a redneck farm, but maybe they played like games with toys and stuff. Maybe there were a murder mystery or some such.
I ought to finish ASoBT so I can move on to other novels. Or somehow fix my library card.
Why is this all such a hassle.