Today I hit a wall. Metaphorically, thank goodness, but still. I’m tired. I love my job, don’t get me wrong, but the routine of it all is really starting to get to me. I’m hot, sweaty, tired, and quickly running out of creativity. This is near the end of week 9, with one more week to go. I think I’ll be happy to see it end.
I’ve been doing more reading lately. Last week I finished Cider House Rules by John Irving. I liked it, moreso than the movie — probably in part because the book is nothing really like the film it was loosely based upon. The book was interesting in the ways it dealt with the morality & legality of performing abortions. It’s wild to think how emphatically I was stationed in the Pro-Life camp years ago, and now I don’t consider myself a part of that movement at all.
As usual, I ended up bonding with the characters of the novel — so much that after it was all over I felt a huge let-down. I guess I’m odd in that I feel a connection with fictional characters. I guess it’s a type of relationship I form throughout the course of the book — granted, not all books lend to this type of connection, but the ones that do are the ones I remember (and treasure) the most.
Tonight I’m off to spend some time with grrrlfriends, drooling over Tom Cruise and/or Colin Farrell (the only man I’ve seen who can make an almost unibrow sexy).
After the day/week I’ve had, I could use the distractions.