It took me twenty-one years and two attempts, but by God, I've finished wading through Look Homeward Angel - and I loved it. I know these people - they're my people. All the melodrama, the repressed feelings, the hateful cutting comments, the sense of loneliness and loss - I understood every word, every sensation. I recognize the ugliness and the beauty, and I value both equally. It makes me want to start writing again.
Got a late start today, so apparently Karma says I have to make up for it by being incredibly busy. I've been in the office for three hours, and I've spent at least one hour answering e-mail, one hour acting as counselor, and one hour on the phone. It's 2:00 and I'm finally getting my first cup of coffee for the day - what does that tell you. So far I've learned that most doctors are quacks - they all just guess at the problem, and sometimes they get lucky and guess right. I've learned that if you subscribe to Ifit.com, eventually you'll catch an ear-worm - I've listened to essentially the same music over and over for so many months now that I often catch myself humming it. I've learned that my sister is a nutcase and sends me way too much funny stuff. At least it's Friday.
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