Gluttony

In the past few days I have almost drank a whole 12 pack of Hawaiian Punch. My parents are going down south to pick up my nephew for his "visit" and Im going to be left once again alone in my house. Most of the sodas in the house will be decimated in that time period. Well, except the diet Sprite... god I hate diet shit. My folks and I and my grandmother went out to eat at Chilis earlier tonight, I had a sorloin... Rare. Damn it was good too. Ive changed the banner graphic for yet a 3rd time for the blog, I might leave it like that. Hell might even leave the blog like it is at the current time... though I doubt it. Something will change here and there slowly. Just give it time. Sitting on my end table by my bed I have the books...
Im not really here by Tim Allen
The Hunchback Of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo
Inferno by Dante
Frankenstein by Shelley
Dracula by Stoker
Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Stevenson
Don Quixote by Cervantes
and Sanctuary by Faulkner
I wonder why that Tim Allen book seems so out of place among the rest.
I think I may give the Iliad a read again once I finish the Kesey and Faulkner books. Always did enjoy those poems. Hell might even give the Aeneid a read, if I can stand it for long enough. I dont care if they call them classics or not, some books are just fucking boring. Hell even the Quran was more exciting than Quixote. But other than that, I have nothing else to do, still need to finish out that one roll in my camera, god knows its so wound in there its gonna be a fucking bitch to load on the spiral. Might even shoot me some colour later on.