After Dark

'you know what I think?' she says. 'That peoples memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. The fire isn't thinking, 'oh this is Kant,' or 'Oh this is the Yomiuri evening edition,' or 'Nice tits' while it burns. To the fire, they're nothing but scraps of paper. It's the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there's no distinction-they're all just fuel.'

Haruki Murakami. I love this author. I can't get enough of his writing. There is always something...

Finally had a day to myself. Its been ages. I spent the entire morning curled up on the swing in the sun reading. It was great.

Spent the afternoon getting T set up for University. Shes excited. but by the end of it I wanted to scream. Ive done my fair share of time in retail. I know the way things work. Im not about to say that it isnt hard dealing with customers and all that but it doesnt take a great deal of intellect. Today it seemed like everywhere we went the staff was painfully slow and seriously incompetent. It gets to a point for me where I just want to jump over the counter and do it myself.

I will have the house mostly to myself for the week. N and the Parents are going sailing. It would be great to spend a week on the boat but it will be better to spend the week without a house full of people (except for T but shes ok).

I do miss you. Just so you know...