So, I am having a ton of fun reading Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow (only 716 pages to go!). It's a bit difficult to follow in places, but that's part of its charm; it runs rapidly from prose to something dangerously close to poetry, from narrative to free-flowing stream of consciousness and tangential descriptions. All of it's beautiful, even when he's talking about boners.
It's definitely a slow slog, but it's also very pleasant. I often find myself grinning while I read. I really have to concentrate, though. I need a cup of tea, a silent room, and a large dictionary present in order to read properly: I tried once with music on and I had to re-read fifteen pages. Never again.
So... I guess I'm going to school again in the fall! That'll be cool, I think. I miss learning things every day, and I function better in a preexisting structure than trying to make one for myself. Oops. Also, my plan to just 'find a job' was not well thought-out.
Also: this is an opportunity to use up some of the many office supplies that I have hoarded over the years. omg i think i have like 40 blank notebooks and journals kicking around my room help i can't stop myself help help omg