ateolf | me

last night i finished reading The Woman in the Dunes by Kobo Abe...started reading Absalom, Absalom! which is not terribly noteworthy in itself, but it's a book i started reading a long long time ago...then i stopped 'cuz i didn't like it...it made me hate Faulkner for a while, thinking he was crappy and masturbatory (and perhaps the argument for the latter is still valid...) but then a couple years after that i read As I Lay Dying for a class and thought it was fuckin' great...so then i started changing my opinion on him...so now i'm finally getting back around to reading this one...i'm on a little bit into it and am finding the me of old to have been wrong...actually the weirdest thing about all this is that my bookmark from when i was reading it last was still in the book...it's an old kroger receipted dated 1/27/98...so i guess that puts some perspective as to when i originally attempted reading this...my memory's really spotty, especially when it comes to chronology and remembering different things in relation to each other...all my memories tend to be isolated points...so looking at this bookmark gave me this weird feeling like i was looking at some artifact left behind by some different me that i don't remember so well...a me that didn't like this book versus the me of today that does...a me that, while also taking upon the practice of using random bits of paper for bookmarks, didn't yet learn to fold 'em as small as the me of today does...those are the only two differences i can perceive for the moment...superficial yes, but mostly just i can't remember anything else about that other me...well, of course vague stuff...but most of it's filed separately from the memory of me starting this book so it's sort of isolated and void of detail...anyway, i get to work and there's a damned sign on the refrigerator saying we can't use the refrigerator today...so i had to leave my lunch in my car and it was not cold when i ate it! mostly unpleasant in regards to my coke, but the sandwhich was noticeably less enjoyable as well...to that i say, fuck that!
p.s.
i got a package in the mail today...but they didn't leave it...and it's the damn post office so it's impossible to get it tomorrow and i'll have to pick it up before work the next day...that's lame...and i know what it is too (a big box with two seasons of Seinfeld...i could be watching it now! blast!) oh well...fuck the mailman, man!