fine whine

I'm tired of this whole 24 hour schedule. I don't think it works for me. Last night, or rather this morning, I was awake until 7:30am. Subsequent to that I "overslept" until 9:22, at which time I called my boss to lament my "running late" and ETA of "9:30 to 10ish". After my shower I checked my own voicemail and discovered that she too was out for the morning with a doctor's appointment (I hesitate to put it in quotes, but the idea does tempt me).

So with a maximum of two hours under my belt I'm still not so exhausted as to be dropping off to sleep. Hell, we walked over to the library tonight (about a three mile round trip) and lugged around a battered cedar chest (well, I walked back quickly and got the car. It took me seventeen minutes to walk the mile and a half and then four to drive it) and yet I am not sleepy.

So I play around with the web and am watching American splendor. Last night I ended up finishing out the translation of Koji Suzuki's Ring--it took me a whole day to read. I'm sure Suzuki would be tickled to think that his horrific material was that which snatched the sleep from me; I however blame the heat.

The book's quite good, really. I was awake enough to not be skimming too much of it and by the end was so impressed as to have reserved the next in the trilogy from the library (that said, I think I'll reserve something if the cover has nice colors). Reading it has given me more insight into my thoughts of both film adaptations. I maintain my opinion that the English one is better, though it is less faithful to the source material than Ringu. The stuff that Ringu keeps isn't done so well and takes what the book takes pains to root in (admittedly fringe) science and reality and turns it into a beating about the head with a blunt object. Or maybe just one of the translations was not as good as the other.

For a horror book, though, it was pretty decent. Not scary, per se, but defintely eerie. Well-written, too.

November's less than four months away, I should point out.