It is out, the new Murakami book, Kafka on the Shore. I am too broke to buy it right now and am thinking about going to exchange new looking books at Barnes and Nobles and buying it with store credit. I have a copy of Gilead, but I haven't read it yet, but might trade it for Murakami. John Updike wrote a long-winded review that for all its length doesn't really say anything, except ties Murakami's work to Japanese spirituality, which seems like a misreading to me, but I haven't read it yet. When will the Times review come? Will it be Kakutani that writes it? I hope so. I am a nerd for her.
But yes, I am pretty broke. I haven't worked in a week and on Wednesday, I work, and then stop working on Saturday, and then I will officailly be jobless but that will be enough money to pay my Feburary rent, my phone bill, and hopefully enough money to buy cheap pasta or something to survive off of until I get a new source of money.
The scary junkie on the second floor is loudly moving his stuff out today and Jamie and Derek are going to try to move into that apartment. I read Dylan's Chronicles and didn't love it. I read Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? and did. I am reading Eagleton's Literary Theory right now. The weather is cold and I am not doing anything. I have the weather as a good excuse to stay inside and eat and read and watch movies. I love my new life. I don't know if I will be able to adjust to having to work full time again.