I Love Catch-22!

I love to read.  I read a lot.  But I don't read enough.  I think one of my favorite books of all time was Catch-22.  You know the best part about the book is that it was supposed to be catch-18.  But there was something about the number 18 being in something else that year, so they went with the second silliest number Heller could think of.

I've always loved reading books with sex in it.  I loved it in high school, because I would sit there in study hall and read all the steamy details and then think about the fact that everyone else around me wasn't even thinking about sex like I was reading.  Nothing like romance novels, but there seemed to always be a scene in most of the Koontz books that I was reading at the time.  Especially that one where the guy had all sorts of fetishes and a drug to hypnotize people.  Man did I want a drug to hypnotize people.

I have to admit that I spent a lot of time thinking about that.  Of course, had I planned ahead in my life, I would have saved all my money I spent on the recording equipment and instruments to invest in my future to buy kinky prostitutes and moved to LasVegas.  Oh well, hind sight 20/20.

But now I just have high speed internet and streaming porn!  But seriously, you should read Catch-22!

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So, I'm chilly and in need of just curling up with a good book in a fluffy blanket and maybe something delicious, like alfredo and wine... or just a nice bottle of whiskey.  Oh, hell, a cheep bottle of whiskey would do just as well.  Winter brings out the manic depressive drunk in me... unless there's snow.

I've been slowly chipping away at writing this book, and it's about to take a turn.  More action coming soon!  Yeah!

Last night's bottle emptying was good.  I went to bed peacefully and had weird dreams... mostly anxiety dreams.  At least it's not the sex dreams.  I always hate those.  See, in my sex dreams, I keep getting really close to having  sex, and then something gets in the way of it actually happening.  Like one dream, years ago, I was about to have sex with this really hot chick I worked with.  I had talked her into it, and she agreed, but I couldn't find a condom anywhere.  She wouldn't have sex without it, and I had no idea where one was.  When I finally found one, she changed her mind.

That's not the first time I had that dream... and it happened in real life to me twice.  Once I was trying to break it off with this one chick and I was in bed with another, and I over thought what I was doing until she said we shouldn't.  The other time, she was okay with it until i said something that made her mad and she stopped me.  Eh... fucking dreams come true... not always so good.