If you do, aren't they brilliant?
Okay, LJ didn't update right away so I'mo write some more.
You guys, I got business cards today! They have my name on them, and "EIT" after it! Holy cow! Also, my title is "Project Engineer", which I find hilarious, because I don't feel like one of those. But the people to whom I'm going to give my business card, they don't know that!
It seems that I've been making a habit of doing a weekend-updatey type post every week, which is sort of boring and lame. But on the other hand, it'll be nice to remember all the fun I used to have while I was young, when I'm old and weak and alone. I also realized that my posts are primarily a) I ate ____ and it was really good and b) I fell asleep. Man, food and sleep, that's the life right there. Each day I care less and less about how fat I am. Oh well! I didn't want to get married anyway. May as well keep the boys away in the first place, so that I don't have to break so many hearts. I'm doing it for the good of the country! I EAT TO SUPPORT THE TROOPS! You got me straight troop-supportin', Boo. Man.
So yesterday, due to Laws and/or Regulations and/or Ordinances, the maintenance people of my apartment complex installed a new switch in my bathroom. I used to have two, but now there's only one, which means that the fan is on ALL the time. I HATE when the fan is on all the time, I always have, I could never imagine living in a house where the bathroom was like that, and now I do! How awful! I already called, and there's nothing they can do about it. (And a lot of other irate apartmenters had called before me). I'll have to jerry-rig something in the bathroom, some alternate set of lights plugged into the socket. Because there's no way. There's no way. My home is my castle, and I'll be damned if I'm going to be sitting on my throne, trying to relax with a book, with a FAN blaring overhead. No way. Also I've grown accustomed to taking a shower with only a red light on. It's sexier that way.
Speaking of books, I recently finished two which were given to me by two of my favorite boys, my brother and the Ill Scientist. Ill gave me Less Than Zero by Brett Easton Ellis. [It has Elvis Costello symbolism in it!] I had not read anything by this author before. It was suitably disturbing. Except -- I dunno. It was so awful and so awful that I thought, why should I believe him? You know? Maybe he's making it all up, maybe it really doesn't get that bad. But it probably does/did. Who knows.
The other day I finished Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk. Sean loves the dude. And I liked the book, a lot. Both books I had to stop reading on purpose, otherwise I'd've finished them in a day or two, and what fun is that? So now I want to read more Brett Easton Ellis, and more Palahniuk. But only after I read Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49 (I had assumed it was a 600-page tome: it's not! Rock on! Muted horn! Hooray!) and Hocus Pocus (Vonnegut), both of which I borrowed from my brother. Oh, and some HST letters, I need to read some of the good doctor as well.
Oh, and you know what I really love? But it happens very rarely? Reading a book, or -- even rarer -- seeing a movie, without having any idea what it's about. I read both of those books without reading the backs, and so everything was a surprise. But it's only recommendations you can do that with, and you have to trust the recommender. But man, when you can go into something with no preconceptions whatsoever -- that's hot.
Here comes summer, and reading on the balcony in the sunshine after work! Life is good when you forget about those eight hours a day.