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Ninety-one degrees Early this morning before I did anything else, I finally finished reading the book Justice. I'm not sure why, but whenever I finish a book I feel good. I know that its a simple thing, but it definitely has a positive effect on me. One reason might be that so little in life has a definite beginning and an end to it like books do. Then again maybe I just appreciate the amount of thought that goes into a writing a book. The answer is probably a combination of these two reasons and some others that will come to me later. It really shouldn't have taken me as long as it did to read the book, but that's just the way it went. I would read a little here and there, then forget about it. This didn't detract from the book, because it was more a collection of stories than an novel. It still managed to flow for me even in small start and stop chunks. The fact that the book was a prequel to another book that I had read called Montana 1948 probably helped as well. From reading the other book, I was already familiar with the characters and author's style of writing. Another thing about the book that made it even more enjoyable to read was that I know the author. It was written by a professor where I went to college. The focus of his course was to write a novel in one semester. Some might say that this can't be done and I can see their point. Some professional authors take years to write a novel, so I can't imagine what kind of results he just from his class. Whatever results he may have gotten, his class was always filled. I, myself, never took the class. I think that my results after a semester would have frightened me from trying to write anything ever again. Brenda and I decided that there weren't any new movies out that we wanted to see so we took a break from the theater today. It doesn't make sense to go to the movies just for the sake of going. Besides I have already sat through quite a few loser films lately and I really don't want that trend to continue. It seems that every time that I mention the weather it changes to something I can not stand. Since I mentioned the cooler nights a few entries ago, the heat has returned to torture me. Sitting in the apartment and breaking into a sweat is not my idea of a good weekend. Maybe I've lived in Wisconsin too long, but I can not endure hot weather. I need something less oppressive than eighty and ninety degree weather when I am trying to sleep. Since we didn't go to the theater, part of the day was spent looking for a new place to live. All of this is time consuming and frustrating, but it has to be done, because an ad in the paper just never seems to match reality. Of course circling them in the paper and then driving by them is mainly trial and error, but I can't think of a better way. Two hours of driving around the city and looking was enough for the both of us. Next week we'll repeat the whole process. One thing that I have neglected to mention about my new job is my change in hours. For the first month or so, I will be on a regular nine to five day shift, but after that training period I am returning to third shift. Once again I'll be able to say goodbye to rush hour traffic and all of the political noise that goes with the business day. In my experience, third shift people have a tendency to be more laid back than day people and that's where I want to be. Soon I will be getting away from what for me is the least productive part of the day. Instead of just yawning through the afternoon, I will be sleeping through it. I will not see noon for a long time or if I do it will mean time for bed.
audio input at the moment: Trailer Park - Beth Orton
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