Let’s get crossed out and come to harm

Briefly considered picking up some more Stephenson, but decided to keep that ended on a high note for a while. On to Kevin Murphy’s A Year at the Movies: One Man’s Filmgoing Odyssey which was nice and cosy like a blanket. I laughed and I cried and even got a tummy ache on the last chapter where he rips on the Tolkien fans. Took a while to get through because I’ve been a tad on the listless side lately. Everyday things fill up all the dream spaces and I feel more machine than man, twisted and evil? Something like that. Am attempting to pick up Moorcock and read through the Elric saga, but it’s turning to dust, so probably going to take a break from reading for a while and go back to work. Sometimes it seems like you’d do anything but the right thing. Although I did quit smoking between now and the previous entry. Almost by accident, like it got lost in the past and I can’t find it anymore. Taste and smell are welcome back, confronting feelings instead of smoking them to death, somewhat less so, but probably better in the long run.  Breathing is nice, and sometimes that is enough!