Last year, I resolved to take up reading books again. Sadly, I say again, but I've never been a big reader. I'm an excellent reader, but I never really had the time. Last year, before my house burned down, I was reading Interview with the Vampire. I have yet to find the book again so I have not picked it back up. Before Christmas, I picked up Dune, Herbert Walker's sci fi masterpiece. I didn't have much time to dive into it and honestly, it can be a rough plow at first. I'm over half way through and finding my self upset that in less than a week, I'll be done. I like to savor the text. I allow the words to soak in and give me a deep, vivid mental image. I usually only read in bed, I might need to change that ritual, give myself an hour or so before bed time to read. When reading myself into mental exhaustion, I fall into dreamy sleep. I like that the most.
Last night I slipped into a dream of walking the deep desert of Arrakis. I stayed to the rocky areas and watched the great worms in the distance. One was being ridden by a Fremen to some unknown, hidden sietch.
I'm slowly hacking away at my spare bedroom/ junkpile. I planned on geting into shape and being more organized this year. When the room is cleaned out, I'll be more organized and I'll convert it into a workout room. Working on two at once.....
The last one was school. I procrastinated to the point that I need to re-apply for financial aid, but I did apply, my trasncript request has been filled. Now I'll re-do my aid papers as soon as my new W-2's come in. By the second week in February, I'll be done with it all. Then, in two years......I'll be 34 and I'll have all the tools at my disposal to carve out a decent life for myself.
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I guess living would be the better choice of words.
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