What? Tomorrow?!

Sitting in my living room. It's interesting. My bedroom used to be my command center; everything that was accomplished (or wasn't) happened in that room. It seems now that I have commandeered the living room for my purposes. It happened slowly one day, for a reason I can't remember, and now here I am, typing on the couch.

Interesting weekend. Watched Fiddler on the Roof. Watched Rent. Both great musicals. Watched The Proposal. Nothing like watching Sandra Bullock shake it to "Get Low." I can't tell you how entertaining that was.

Finished "All Men are Mortal." Excellent. I assumed it would be a simple fiction tale about an immortal man, but it ended up being a work of historical fiction. Considered values and meaning through mortal an immortal viewpoints. Examined a existential crisis and solution throughout the ages. Main characters rarely the existential heroes. Small conversations carry the theme. Beautiful work.

Starting "Things Fall Apart" now. Simple writing, but so far I'm intrigued. Only finished the first chapter. I have to read a book about Andrew Carnegie and the rise of big business. The book is similarly titled. Don't want to read anything other than books of my choosing. I'm trying to hit the shorter books in my stack. Norwegian Wood, Rules for Radicals, then I'm going to start my recently acquired "Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius." It's a somewhat fictionalized autobiography of Dave Eggers. He is known as the co-writer of Away We Go and the founder of 826 Valencia.

I'm dying of fatigue. I haven't slept well this weekend. I'm not sure why.

Talked with Morgan about how I keep going when nothing means anything. Conversations on philosophical notions of meaning and value moved from Pei Wei to Barnes and Noble.

Need more money. Getting it in the form of a raise. Federally required. $7.25 is now the lowest you can pay your workers.

Saw Food Inc. Still a omnivore. Horrified while watching the movie, but ordered a hamburger 20 minutes later.

Aldus Huxley's "The Doors of Perception" is staring me down. It demands to be read. Sooner or later I will succumb.

We have an impoverished language. So Morgan tells me. Must use pronouns. Jazz is on the TV. May have stumbled upon a jazz channel. Listening to Sun Ra. Consciousness fading away...