I wish, wish, wish that I had something interesting to write today. The truth is it was a painfully dull weekend. The only real highlight was making my friend Roz say bad words while we were playing Connect 4. That was pretty awesome.
Other than that, it was just a couple of DVDs (Flowers of St Francis and some episodes of "Freaks and Geeks"), some reading (finished the hilarious Ascent of Rum Doodle) and not much else. Now that I'm finished Rum Doodle, I'm going to start on A Question of Upbringing, the first novel in Anthony Powell's 12 novel cycle, Dance to the Music of Life. I read the first few pages this afternoon and it seems like it'll be an interesting read. It begins with the narrator reflecting on the past and memory, much like Marcel Proust begins Memories of Things Past. Powell was considered the greatest writer by several writers I think are pretty great (Evelyn Waugh for example).
EDIT:
I can't tell if my throbbing headache is from too much caffeine or not enough. Whatever the cause of this head splitting pain, the effect has been detrimental to my work this afternoon. All I want to do is shut off the florescent lights and place my head on my desk, like I was a child in school again. Regardless of this discomfort, the day's almost over. I suppose I can last a few minutes more.