I have been slacking on Gravity’s Rainbow, utterly slacking, and I’m not fucking sorry. It had been at least a week and a half since I picked it up yesterday.
According to Firebase Igloo, we’re on about 25 pages per day rate, so I’m about halfway from where I should be.
But you know what? I don’t fuckin’ care. I read about 100+ pages at the Skylark last night, sucking down pints of PBR and munching on tater tots in the hulking shadow of the Dan Ryan, and all of what I read sucked. Miz Icyhot was right, this book goes hot and cold.
But, in lieu of reading that pile, I’ve been getting shit done.
I singlehandedly caused and cleaned up from a minor flood. Last Sunday night, we moved the refrigerator into the kitchen and hooked up the water line for the icemaker. I ran the 1/4″ OD PEX tubing up from the saddle valve in the basement and everything seemed hunky-dory. I awoke Monday morning, a mere 8.5 hours later and stumbled downstairs to find a pair of clean pants, noticing a strange THWOCK THWOCK THWOCK THWOCK sound. The box fan we left on to circulate air was making this sound, as it was in ankle-deep water. The tubing blew off the compression fitting and it puked water out all night long. Needless to say, we now own a wet-dry vac and I believe I emptied its 12 gallon tank at least 10 times that day. Always double check the ferrule on compression fittings. Always.
The kitchen works now, PRABOB, despite still having some unresolved countertop issues. The sink is hooked up, the dishwasher is unbelievably quiet and cleans MUCH better than the old busted one, the cabinets and countertops and floors and everything look fantastic. Nice.
I got a lot of wrenching done on the NB.
I apparently got two guys fired.
We lost Rusty yesterday and found him about 0130 this morning.
We saw Mexican Cheerleader at some craaaazy latino bar.
We saw 28 Weeks Later. F+ as a sequel, C as a zombie movie.
We have been enjoying this weather immensely.
I have not been reading Gravity’s Rainbow, and I don’t care. I may catch up and finish on time and I may not. Fuck it.