It’s official. I’m a recluse. I haven’t seen anyone all week and haven’t gone out save a few more past-midnight adventures/walks through Little Havana, Riverside, and Downtown. (and even those are deplorably rare) I’m going to get mugged hardcore one of these days.
I finished Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” which is definitely one of the most important books I’ve ever read.
So I’m halfway through summer and I’ve managed Atlas Shrugged, (1169 pages mind you), Truman Capote’s Biography, John Grisham’s “King of Torts”, and some short stories by Kafka.