I'm uninspired today, and work is extremely unpleasant. No details; suffice to say that the douchebags have the upper hand (but only temporarily) and now I need to vanquish the douchebags and restore order, peace, and justice. This is what I do. (See, Dcup, I TOLD you that I'd end up resorting to posting my emails verbatim.)
I'm neck-deep in reading for my class. Brief reviews of the novels I've read so far:
Death Comes for the Archbishop: Awesome. How is it possible that I never read this? Oh, I know; it's because I pronounced My Antonia "boring" as a callow 15-year-old and swore off Cather. Silly girl (me at 15).
The Sun Also Rises: Outstanding. It's one of the few of Hemingway's that I hadn't read, so it was nice to read it with a sense of anticipation. I had NO idea how it would end; I was quite sure that Robert Cohn or Pedro Romero or both of them would end up dead.
Tender is the Night: Halfway through. Not a Fitzgerald fan, and TitN has reinforced this antipathy. Melodramatic in the extreme. Some very beautiful writing, though, with the added benefit of containing some words that are so obscure that I had to look them up. So I learned something new.
I'm busting out of this joint now, just try and stop me, see?
Tonight? Ice Cream Social with my kids at the pool pavilion.
Tomorrow? First swim meet of the season at eight o'clock in the effing morning. At least this is a home meet.
For the rest of the weekend? The Sex and the City movie with some of my neighborhood chicas, and the rest of Tender is the Night. And a few beers. Tender, and a possible Bender. And NO douchebags.