I have decided to read a book every week until I have finished off at least some of the 501 list. Isn't that awesome. Also, I have drunk wayyyyy too much tonight. I feel very open and refreshed. Also numb, feeling that is, not like emotional and all. I have read Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles which was taken from a series of short stories in 1949 and 1950 into a series of perceptions staring from 1999 to 2026. I suppose most people don't care about the science of it all but I do. I see the canals of Mars made their impact felt since there is a dying Martian race. The impact of humanity of a foreign race and the impact of that race on us, that was the main focus of this book. I love it; it has this dream-like quality built into itself that I thrive on. I feel like I'm reading the Redwall series again in middle school and Dad and Sis are playing Donkey Kong Country just in the other room. This is the nostalgia I feel. I feel that nostalgia a lot though, reading to music that embodies the novel/author in my head by the music played.
Also, Tad comes home Tuesday! This will be the first time I will see him in months or so. Oh how I miss him. Come home soon, Tad, I dream of you.
I also noticed a lack of females in this sci-fi again! I should start noting that so I can keep track and maybe write a paper on it some day. I bet no one reads sci-fi like I do!!! I miss Tad. He'll be home soon, right? Tuesday is too far away. That's right! Tuesday Tad comes home. What a good job that is. I like Tuesdays, or should I say Tadsdays? I dunno. Feeling a little odder, so might get some more hard liquor to succor this detachment and displacement. Maybe a better analysis tomorrow, after the schnapps has worn off...
501 books count: 48
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