books piling up

i wouldn’t normally label myself a voracious reader, but i’m beginning to think i might have to consider it. i have been hoarding books that i want to read, and although i can’t keep up with the stack next to my bed, i’ve been on quite a kick. i keep starting works by prolific writers with many books to choose from, and have been weaving together a strange pattern of novels…chuck palahniuk mixed with haruki murakami, some jonathan safron foer and cormac mccarthy, spotted with tom robbins, alice sebold and kurt vonnegut. maybe that’s why i’m having such strange dreams lately.

that and coffee. i realize, undoubtedly, that i have a distinct dependence on the stuff. i don’t know how i feel about that.

stay still…despite the coffee.