Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse

Current book: The Beautiful and Damned
Pages read: Guess

So, I may not be doing well at reading my books every day, but I'm certainly a faithful poster of my various excuses, aren't I? I don't know; this week has just been difficult for me. Between ennui and illness and just something that seemed like general exhaustion, great literature didn't seem to fit in. I think it's actually to literature's credit that it requires energy. It's often a common trait of books that are deemed worthy of the title of literature that one can't read them when one is very tired, distrait (yes, that's what I mean), or otherwise indisposed. Unfortunately, the difficulty of some books seems to be the only characteristic that really qualifies them for said title, and it is in this way that we're often misled into believing things are great when they may not be. (This also goes for books being depressing. As I may have mentioned in the past.)

You'll be comforted to know that instead of reading Fitzgerald I finished my third re-read of James Clavell's Shogun and started a random fantasy novel. These do not require my brain to work nearly as hard as F. Scott. (I accidentally just typed his name as Scoot. I think I would like him more if he were named F. Scoot Fitzgerald. You know, like, "Hey, Scoot. How are those Beautiful? Oh, Damned, too, huh? Nice." Oh, you know what else? Part of the reason I associate him with an extreme sense of dissipation and hopelessness is the fact that he has the first initial-middle name-last name thing going on, which I can't help but connect with "The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock." Because I am that dorky. And it's one of the best poems ever written. I seem to have reached a stage I'm going to go ahead and call a little punchy right now. But you knew that from the Scoot thing, didn't you? Ok, this parenthetical is over.)

I'm going to go ahead and promise you that I'll read tomorrow, but I'm not going to say how much. It could easily be another pathetic 15 pages.

Scoot. Teehee.