Yesterday I got to live - for a moment - a Mountain Goats song. Only partially, because there was just me and no girl and because at the end of the day I got to go back to the suburbs. What there was was a rural block, wood chopping and a lot of lawn mowing.
The lawn mowing, took an hour and led to me be covered in dust and grass clippings. It was meant to be conducted on a Ride On Mower but the keys to the vehicle could not be found. Instead it was done using a push mower. This was not a huge inconvenience but it did I think lead to more dust and grass being forced into my sinuses than otherwise would have been.
Once in my sinuses the allergens set up sleeper cells. Lying dormant, going about their day to day lives without arousing suspicion waiting for the opportune time to strike. To strike and to bring about maximum carnage. I can say this because it wasn't until about 7:30 that I began to sneeze. This was four or five hours after finishing work and after showering and changing into clean clothes. This was the time that I should have felt safe, that I should have been safe but I was not. For the next three hours I could nothing but sneeze, I sneezed so regularly and with so much force that by the end of the night I had bled from both nostrils. It was, in short an experience. I hope it never happens again.
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It is unlikely I will meet my goal of reading 36 books this year. Things started off so promisingly but resolve was lost, school work got in the way and my reading output plummeted. Strangely and I am not sure how this is right my Goodreads account has me down for 32 books so far this year, which means I actually am on target to surpass the goal*. Odd.
I am reading three books at the moment, all of these books are teaching me something. This is the disturbing thing about reading I have noticed. Maybe it is just the disturbing thing about the books I read. The books contain not just stories but lessons as well. What I have learnt at the moment from Picture This is that our ways of thinking and doing things haven't changed since the Greeks back in whenever it was BC(E).
The other thing I have learnt from reading is that my tolerance for idiocy has decreased remarkably. Those who can not think or link ideas annoy me like nothing else on Earth now. It is funny when I was reading the Bible regularly, I loved everyone and was far more tolerant and forgiving. Perhaps I need to start doing that again?
*Yes I know my math is bad. I realised this a day after posting the entry.
