Where the fuck have I been, anyway?

I think it mostly boils down to the fact that it's summer, honestly. Doing things outside in the sun kind of kills my tendency to sit around and type about my weird little obsessions.

Pretty much any time I AM spending indoors is dedicated to Finally Finishing My Goddamned Book (It's Only Been Five Years Now, For Fuck's Sake).
That, and I finally decked out an office for myself to work in - I've got a kick-ass desk, my stereo, a lamp, all my books, my knick-knacks, my violin, my posters, a giant chunk of lead crystal hanging in the window... this place just needs a futon and another bookshelf and my den will be complete. (I'm told that I'm not allowed to call it a Man Cave because I'm not a man.)

There are certain things I do know, though. I've read 31 books cover-to-cover since starting my new job in February, 99% of which I completed during working hours.
I'm going on a small book-buying/possible futon-purchasing spree tomorrow.
I love summertime, sunshine, and all things not involving the winter.
At some point this week, I may go see X-Men: First Class. I'm told that it's relevant to my interests.

I may or may not be around more often now that my office is done.
TIME MAY TELL!