A Body Meet a Body, A Comin' Through the Rye

Today was a day of hurt ankles, and several come to Jesus-choir talks.
Choir= SCREWED. Today we sounded awful, well we sounded awful on Monday, but that was a different choir... I don't want our last concert to be crap, and yet, I just don't have the focus or energy to do anything about it.
Oh well, guess I can't complain.
This summer is already shaping up to be a rather stressful one, and just when I thought life would get easier, it gets harder. Find a job, do this, do that, etc. I'm already sick of it. Not to mention, it's going to suck driving my car, no A/C, and it will probably be in the sun all day. Fantastic. And, I look forward to a reading club, if we can agree on a reading list. I am going to be a stubborn old man about it. I refuse to let us not read The Crying of Lot 49. So far, it's fantastic. I will however gleefully start reading Mrs. Dalloway. :D
Wow, I'm a freak. What you read does have something to do with you, it portrays an image to others. I just can't place my finger on what it all means.
I read Southern Gothic tales, modernism, and postmodernism, and contemporary. I refuse to read anything romantic, or Lost generationy. With the glaring exception of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I am set in my ways, and I am okay with that. I also enjoy Harry Potter, and anything else that would strike my fancy. I generally stick with literature movements as a base for finding other books I enjoy, or literary themes I should say.
But, as long as the author is not a romantic, I'd be willing to tread new waters.
What do my tastes in literature say about me? Who knows.
Oh crap, I should get to doing something besides blog and tweet. Ugh. I've been reduced to Twitter. I don't really know why I have it... hm. Off to read. Rabbit, Run; or The Crying of Lot 49? Who knows.
That must be my theme of today: who knows.