My stomach hurts.

I’ve been oddly domestic this past week, resulting in me buying a moka pot, a teapot press, a set of Reidel stemless red wine glasses, and varying amounts of good whole bean coffee, strawberry tea, and cabernet. All have been getting relatively good usage, especially the moka pot. I should have bought one long ago and you should have too.

I’ve been reading more. Books, I’m ashamed to admit, have been scarce in my life - this comes not from a lack of desire to read, but through lack of time. I’ve discovered when I work 50+ hours a week, I want my spare time to be spent on something woefully mindless. However, I’ve been obligated to be in charge of one overnight shift a week, which roughly translates to eight hours of down time and me sitting in a comfortable chair every Friday or Saturday. I’m back into my one-book-a-week habit and trying to bump it up to maybe two. My most recent conquest has been World War Z - An Oral History of the Zombie War, which is far from cheesy, sometimes creepy, and definitely well composed. I think the creep factor comes more from the idea that this is a book of “interviews”, rather than a story, and so the extra sense of realism has a tendency to poke at your emotions. It’s more psychologically scary than the conventional monster spooky. It also has a generous heaping of the obligatory social commentary that seemingly all zombie-themed flicks/comics/novels have, given that it’s written from the viewpoint of a journalist interviewing children, parents, socialites, everymen, grunt soldiers, army officials, and world leaders from every content and culture. In any case, I did have a couple of dreams about stockpiling goods and barricading the windows. Job well done, Max Brooks. Up on deck is non-fiction: The Mole People: Life in the Tunnels Beneath New York City, despite it’s high level of criticism and rebuttal studies. I figure it’s worth a read.

Oh by the way, Seven Mary Three’s new CD comes out today. Woot.

I should go do laundry.