sick

I re-read High Fidelity yesterday. I like that book, though it makes me sad. Or do I read the book because I'm sad? Why am I always able to relate to all these neurotic characters in books? It probably says something about me.

I hope that someday I write something as ironic as High Fidelity, though. I'll have to get on it right away. Maybe I'll re-read About a Boy to get in the mood.