Sunday...

I'm going to knock off some more books off my reading list I think.  I've been doing that a bit anyway, but I need to step it up.  I looked at my library, and realized I still need to ditch a couple of hundred books.  I'm trying to unload some more, but it seems like I take in 10 books for every 20 I get rid of.  I'm working on trying to get back up to whipping through a book in a week, but I seemed to have slowed down more and more over the years, and it seems like my memory is getting worse and worse too.  I can't tell if its aging, or the lack of not having to use my brain for too much more than driving a forklift these days.  I'm also having trouble telling if I'm repeating myself when I blog.  This might be a problem later, for my writing, especially if I'm trying to write mysteries, and spy stories.  Its tough to remember what clues I dropped where in a story, and what nuance I wanted to convey...  Wow, I just used nuance in a sentence.  Fancy.  I'm really just tired of life.  I don't mean in a despair sort of way right now, just tired.  I'd like a nice solid month in Hawaii.  That's not too much to ask for is it?  I've got a lot more notes this time around than I have before too.  I guess this is so I can remember things.  I'm trying to be better with it, especially since I hate doing them.  Diagraming, and outlining, are things I really despise.  I used to pride myself on having a good memory, but I guess those days be over.  And so children, I leave you with this, take notes, because one day you'll be thinking you're going to remember something that was a brilliant idea, and find out later you didn't remember at all.  Fin.