Truly, I do

I think about posting a lot, but can never seem to get there. Right now I'm on the tail end of a Joan Crawford jag on Netflix, and thinking about starting up with Bette Davis.

I'm reading a book called Sofie's World, which bills itself as a history of philosophy, and so far I quite like it. I haven't much patience for reading, but I'm making my way through it.

Mostly though, at least this week, I feel quiet - not much to say.

So while I truly do want to post more, the spirit isn't willing.

I lied to you

I was gonna blog about each book I read this year, but my sudden aversion to blogging (and truth be told most other things which involved getting out of bed), made that a lie.

I'm alive, experimented with letting my hair go grey (which ended today when I dyed it black cherry), re-reading a fair number of books, suddenly finding myself totally addicted to cigarettes, and feeling as though I don't have much to say...

That's about it. Hopefully I'll be back soon.