Procrastinating

So does anyone know why my report left out a heading? Anyone? The Perfect Day Job still has a few nerdy bits floating about.

I am thinking about this while eating peanut butter straight from the jar. The extra-crunchy kind.

Subject matter for a Serious Post has presented itself and though I'm tempted to write it, I must acknowledge that there are serious-er people than me on the Internet, all of whom could say what I want to say in a much better way and if I only bothered to check through their archives, I'm sure I'd find the relevant topic and I could just link and be done with it.

Apparently peanut butter makes you write long-ass sentences.

I started reading one of my books last night, The Thin Place. I would like to report that I am in love with this fantastical meandery thought-provoking novel, but I couldn't get into it. I think I used up all my appreciation for fantastical weirdness when I read Jeanette Winterson's entire bibliography. I had to put it down and start on Joe College instead, which is full of potty-mouth characters and dorm scenes twenty-something ennui, which means I am loving it and fell asleep reading a book instead of watching the news. Go me. I'll try The Thin Place again in a while, maybe on a Saturday morning when I am thinking clearer. I'll take it to the Starbucks on the lake and make sure to slouch back with my nonfat latte so everyone can see I'm reading Literature.

I went to Barnes & Noble again, by the way, hanging around while Phillip got a haircut from the Korean lady down the street, the only person in the world allowed to touch the Coif. I spent most of my time looking at cookbooks, decided not to spend thirty bucks on the couple of recipes I want from Giada and went into the coffee shop to get a snack. I had to crawl through backpacks and laptop cases and saw I was surrounded by college students. Ah, I said to myself. To be a student again! To haul my 40-pound textbooks down to the cafes in the trendy outdoor shopping center and immerse myself in my studies! But then I realized I was the furthest thing from jealous. I liked school, I was fairly good at school but I certainly don't miss it. I like earning money, even my $5 a week, and I don't have homework. Ever! Or have to deal with self-absorbed post-modernist trying-to-compensate-for-something MFA students masquerading as writing teachers.

I like the 'thin place' idea though. That website looks a bit hokey, yes, but I would like to be someone who "notices the thinness". I think I will like that book after I read a few more pages. It has smartypants sixth grade girls in it, always a selling point with me. I blame my lack of interest on the fact that I haven't read anything decent in months- John Grisham, Wired and InStyle don't count. The InStyle I blame on my sister-in-law, who is always setting me up with magazine subscriptions, the newest one being Us Weekly because apparently trashy magazines go hand in hand with sitting on a couch all day feeding a baby. Us WEEKLY. I fear for my intellect.

How gross is it that I am eating peanut butter out of a jar? With a spoon? Honestly?