I've been sitting here at my computer for about five minutes, trying to write a post about indeciveness; however, I can't decide how to start, so I've beenn writing, and then promptly deleting, sentences. Isn't that appropriate? I think I'll just drop the post about my stunning bout of indecisiveness I experiences this afternoon.
I've restarted reading "Love in the Time of Cholera," by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I've wanted to read this for a while. I tried starting it a few weeks ago, but I let another book (and then another book) get in the way. I picked it up again this weekend, and I think I got myself hooked. I foresee several trips over the next few weeks to my favorite reading spot in town, which works just fine for me, because I'll get to look all "coffeeshop cool" by reading this book. And we all know the point of reading "important" novels is only to look cool.
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