Friday
Went to the library for an hour after work only to walk out without a book. Every time I picked up a fiction book, I wanted a manual, and every time I picked up a manual, I wanted a mindless piece of fiction. Frustrated, I left, picked up the paper, and grabbed an iced coffee before heading to the beach.

Once I got to the beach, I kicked back and read the housing section 8 times hoping that it might refresh with new data as I read. It didn’t. For another week and another month, prices are too high, and houses are too crappy. But with the wind blowing through the car and the surf driving the surfers along, it didn’t seem to matter.

Saturday
I Finished the last few pages of Reading People, which was so painful to read that I had to renew it from the library a total of 4 times to get through it.

The tag line, “How to understand people and predict their behavior anytime, anyplace,” indicates why I picked it up. The reality of the book is that even if you lived under a rock, this book couldn’t give you any insight into human behavior. The only thing that I was thankful for after finishing this book was that I was far removed from being forced to go back through it to write a book report.

At 9AM, I weighed whether I should write or get out of the house for a couple of hours. As the weather was nicer than it had been in a week, I grabbed a chair, some sunblock, and The Davinci Code, and headed down to the beach.

There was hardly anyone around, so I slathered on the 45 sunblock and read. Well, I slathered it all over my front and just never flipped. I thought it was safer than attempting sunblocking my back solo and getting the weird tye dye / handprint sunburn thing.

Then, I just read. And read. And read. …Until the GF showed up at around 2PM. By then, scores of teenage girls had planted themselves around me, making it look as if I had plunked myself down in the middle of them rather than the way it actually happened, leaving me to defend an undefendable position.

Then, I ate and read some more only to be distracted by the glowing white skin of a pudgy jewish/italian looking dude with big sideburns, a fifties grampa hat, a Hawaiian shirt, and Hawiian shorts that sat down near us. Dear dudes, If you are thin and black, a fifties look might work for you, grandpa hat and all. If you are a fat, glowing white dude, it probably will not. As a matter of opinion, I say play the odds.

I think somewhere around 4 I decided that I just couldn’t take it anymore and we got the hell out of the sun.

I skipped Massachusetts Tax free day, as I figured that no store was going to run any sales, and spending $1000 to save $50 just didn’t seem worth it.

Sunday
I finished the aforementioned book. It took all day, but, I read it in a mere 2 days, which means that I not only enjoyed the book, but I am a genius.

I walked around Blockbuster like I did with the library.

I hate this post. It sucks. I want to delete it, but it took too long to write.

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