Saturday, August 15, 2009

it was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die

so i've finished the name of the wind, again, and very much like the first time, i would kill to have the second book in my hands. unfortunately, nothing can get me something that does not exist. i shall have to make do with reading fanfiction for now.

on a side note, i think my dad is finally going to call in that promise i made in exchange for getting contacts. not that i wasn't expecting him to do so, but honestly, pink golf balls? i have nothing to say.

and despite repeated lookings and bothering of library staff, it seems the library catalog has failed me. i can't seem to find the second book for the black magician series and it is imposible to say how utterly depressed that has left me. but being a person who doesn't buy books, i guess i'm used to waiting for it. and i suppose that is another reason why i prefer to read slowly, since logically speaking, what has been waited for should be slowly savoured and never rushed. and considering how an author probably spends months or years writing a book, the least one could do is dedicate a few days solely to appreciating his or her efforts.

and i suppose this lengthy pointless rant is all an unconscious effort to avoid starting work. honestly, if i put in as much effort in doing work as i currently do in procrastinating, i might actually end up with no work to procrastinate about. and where would the fun be in that?

and my toilet ceiling is leaking at such a constant rate i could probably learn to stay on beat by listening to it go drip drip drip. and unfortunately, there seems to be nothing that can be done about it.

oh and in lieu of all the unnecessary double posting that has been going on, i've gotten a new tagboard. and why now after all this time? well, it just felt good being able to actually do something about a bothersome nuisance for once.

drip drip drip.

money is round, so it rolls away.