i'm reading Dune right now. it's completely absorbing.. one of those books that just suck you right in. i can't put it down...i bring it everywhere...even when i'm only going on a short trip and i know i won't have the chance to read any more of it. it's less than 4 inches away from me as i type right now. caught in the bliss of bibliophilia...this hasn't happened since A Hundred Years of Solitude and Tides of War.

it's summer.. and i don't have a summer vacation. this 40-hours-a-week thing is really starting to get old. i had better go to grad school soon before i wake up one day to discover that i'm 40 and living in a one-room apartment with six screaming kids and a handful of foodstamps. hmmm... but not much better is the prospect of waking up one day finding that i'm 40 with a fistful of benjamins and surrounded by material posessions that i don't have the time to enjoy because i've worked my ass off and no longer have any friends. i wonder if i'm always going to be this unsure...if life ever comes to a point where one sits back and says, "ahhh, i understand." that's probably the moment before we die.