My Reading Obsession

It’s not as if my job is hard, or stressful or anything, but I still find myself this week, really, really looking forward to my time off.  Really. Really.  Went out on an audit this morning. I would have thought the change of pace would have left me refreshed. No. It did not. I’ve spent the last few hours watching my clock, basically.  Come on!

So I have plans for the weekend.  Reading plans, crocheting plans, resting plans, playing video games with my nephews plans….and no cleaning or cooking whatsoever.  What will really happen, I don’t know!

I’m reading Willa Cather at home.  Yesterday on the bus I started reading Naked Lunch again.  This may be one that I have to admit I just don’t get, like, or want to read.  I was sitting on the bus next to a guy who was reading his scriptures–this is common in Utah County/Salt Lake– and found myself sort of turning the book a little so this poor man didn’t see any of the forced sodomy, bestiality, or sick castrations I was reading about. And that was not the worst of it. I mean, Carl Ginsburg in court can say all he wants about the ‘value’ of it, but it’s a rambling bunch of meaningless, drug induces weirdness to me.  I guess I should try to read it at home where I’m not finding my normally liberal self feeling prudish and embarrassed by such a work.  Okay, I admit it, I’m a wuss.

Anyway, I’m just going to wash all that drudge off for now, and move on.

Ugh. I ordered my first CPA study book.  I think this means there will be less reading in the future. I’m pretty determined to use the bus ride for studying.  2 hours a day of forced concentration would probably be a good thing. You can’t blame me for dreading it to the depth of my soul though, can you?  No, I thought not.