At work. Bored and unmotivated.

There is a library here full of donated books from the residents of the building. I have felt like reading this weekend so I perused the selection for the umpdredth time. The selection isn’t good. Lots of crud. Biographies of people I don’t care about, inappropriate self-help books, old history and travel, disposable eighties fiction, Patricia Cromwell’s catalog. Sometimes I find a rare gem though. I picked up and read Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes out of there. I’ve gone though all the John Grisham stuff. His books remind me of summer blockbusters, entertaining and quick but ultimately hollow. The best I could find tonight was Stephen King’s Rose Madder. bleah. I like his short stories best but I tire of him a little in longer books. I’ll give it a go I suppose.

I discovered you can play chess through MSN messenger today. If anyone wants to play sometime tonight (10pm-5am EST) go online in messenger and send me an email and your hotmail address, I’ll add you as a contact and we can play.