I’m into books but I’m also into sleep

I finished Bad Dog! earlier this week and I’ll try to type up some thoughts on it later. I didn’t know what to dive into right away. I’ve come to terms with the thought that I won’t finish Jimmy Corrigan soon. I read most of a Wodehouse story last night but fell asleep with the book open right next to my head. What’s most interesting I guess is that I woke up with it lying there open to the same page several hours later.

I grabbed Donald Barthelme’s 60 Stories before heading out of the house this morning. I read two of the stories at lunch that I’d presumably read before (according to a bookmark) but I didn’t remember either. They were absurd. But amusing. Sometimes it’s difficult for me to be in the mood to read those.