The Cape library is not like that. It's small and feels awkward; it's too noisy for its size, and there isn't any selection. We went by today, so J could look at the Sunday paper, but I only found an old magazine to read, nothing good. This disappointed me a lot.
After the unsuccessful trip to the library, we went and got drinks at Barnes & Noble. Yes, even on my day off, I can't stay away from it. The amount of time I spend there is truly obscene. We also cashed in the last of our credit at Babbages, and picked up some pirate game for the PS2, which looks like a lot of fun, and a Harry Potter game for the gamecube, as well as a new memory card for the gamecube, so I can resume playing Tak. Because it's fun to throw sheep, dude.
We've spent the rest of the day here, playing video games and watching tv. It's been nice and relaxing, but despite J's company, I've been feeling kind of lonely. I'm not sure what to blame it on, and I'm not sure how to fix it. I'll just let it pass, I guess.
I finished Path of Fate, which ended fantastically! Go, read! I've now started on my other new book from that shopping spree, Bite by Richard Laymon. I've never read any of his work before, and I'm not sure why, but I'm really enjoying this story. It's not a typically vampire tale, but it is intriguing, and while I'm able to put it down, I always look forward to picking it back up, so that's a good thing.
Our nice weather has passed, I guess. Today it's been chilly and rainy all day, and they are predicting snow in the near future. I hope they're wrong about it, as they have been a lot lately, but you never know. I just have to say I'd better not have any trouble getting to St. Louis on the 13th, and no trouble with the flight taking off on schedule. I am getting out of here for a week, and no damn snow is going to stop me!
I want to write. I just don't have any ideas for what I want to write. I mean, I want to write a nice fantasty series, but I just don't have any ideas for it. The things I most love to read right now, I have no idea how to write. I did get in half a page on what started as the Nano novel, and quickly fell from that lofty goal, but that I've still been tumbling around in my mind. In a bit, I should pull up DF and crank out at least a little more on it. I want to get it finished and sent away, because as much as I enjoy the story itself, I'm tired of having it hanging over my head, and I want to move on to other things. It finishes the series, anyway.
I want a grand adventure in my life. A huge, gigantic, epic, death around every corner adventure. I know I'll never get one, not one flooded with magic and animals and buried hope for humanity. Is it too much to ask to be able to write one, at least?