There's a film coming out soon called "Julia & Julie" about a woman who cooks all the recipes in this other woman's recipe book. I don't know which is Julia and which is Julie, but it looks quite good. I'll probably go and see it, and come out wishing I had the dedication to do something like that, but in all honesty, I can't even commit to reading a book over the summer where I'm supposed to read about 70 pages a week. Yes it does weigh about a kilo, and yes it's not the most straightforward book in the world, but still.
Maybe I really am lazy. Maybe I need to start making soup and reading more. I have a list of 20 books to read on my wall, and only one of them has been crossed off so far.
I think to combat this, I'll use my holiday in France as soup-making and reading time, at the very least to make a sizeable dent in the number of pages I have left to read of Infinite Jest. And I'll leave my laptop at home, and stay away from the internet, and stuff.
When I was in London, I spent a few hours in bookshops, and I looked at other books by David Foster Wallace, and now I want to read all of his other books as well. But I'll have to find them from a library somewhere, because I have to stop buying stuff. I realised that my wages between October and June will cover roughly the amount I've anticipated spending on my epic train journey around Europe, and that's only if I don't spend anything.
Anyway, I need to do some work now. I've been sitting playing games on the internet all morning. I think I broke my work ethic by doing so much work in the last week that by Friday afternoon I physically couldn't write because my RSI was so bad. Win.
bai.x.
[edit: in other news, this has to be my favourite story of the week - it would've been brilliant irony if the gun had gone off whilst hidden in his flab - killed by obesity, in a totally different way...]
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