September's crept up on me, and we're already in the middle of the month -- the middle of a month three-fourths of the way through the year. Can I take a mulligan and go back a few? Accomplishments are few and I don't see that changing any time soon.
I've got a week off now, though, and for once I haven't burdened it with expectations -- I plan to watch loads of sports, watch some movies, eat food. I haven't set the usual goal of "finish novel" -- if it happens, it happens.
Look for many chapters on eating wings and watching football.
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#64 -- "After the Wake" by Brendan Behan
Another in the list of books I bought because of band references, and the Pogues trump Sonic Youth here. I'd never read Behan, knowing him more through others' (Shane MacGowan, Garth Ennis) references to him, and kind of expected maudlin wistful gazing upon old Ireland. But no, these stories were tough and blunt, funny in ways that I didn't expect. I'm probably about 15 years behind on reading old Brendan, but as he's long dead, I doubt he cares much.