Really, if I see another play by Shakespeare, I think I want to see Macbeth again. The biggest reason is that I’ve read Macbeth a bunch of times and I kind of know what’s going on. You know how plans are, though, a friend is in Richard II and I’m going to see it, so I’m slogging through the play on my Kindle. Maybe I should just not have friends unless they agree not to do Shakespearian plays unless they’re doing Macbeth. Come to think of it, I’d probably have to re-read Macbeth since it’s been so long since the last time I thought about it at all.
Last night I was up too late reading Just One Look by Harlen Coben. I didn’t really like the book that much, so I powered through it so I could start reading the next book on my list. The odd thing is, I usually power through books I like, too. It has to be a pretty horrible book before I abandon it completely. Usually I just put it down for a long time and read other books before coming back to it. It’s all pretty compulsive of me, but I read just about anything that’s not moving too fast. Problem is, I was going to go to bed early tonight, but it’s time for me to read some more. Maybe if I get some medication, I’d be better. Dontreadatol. Something like that.