Hunting for Sandman
Thursday, September 6
At long last, after 4 months of grim waiting and dreaming, I've finally set my greasy paws on a relatively mint copy of Dream Country.
I first set my eyes on this gem a few months back, but unfortunately someone beat me to the chase, and snatched it away from my leering eyes before I can even pull out some cash, which I foolishly assumed I had more than enough of. Ever since then I've been a bloodhound on the scent of an alluring yet elusive prey, sniffing and eventually scoffing at every bookstand my wandering feet fly me off to. My life has since then been a constant attempt at homicidal suicide, with my pragmatic persona trying to choke the life off the sandman fanatic in me. So you can just imagine the orgasmic high my dopamine levels gave me when I happened to stumble across this graphic novel while on my way from lunch. So, long story short, madman drools, madman jumps up and about in glee, madman furiously reserves the book, madman zips back home for cash, then madman slaps salesman with money, then blogs half-truths about madness and short stories.
As much as I'd like to lose myself in its pages, at the moment I can't do so. There's still a truckload of exams to cover, which includes memorizing all the names of the bones and muscles in your garden-variety frog, their functions, location and insertion. So pardon me if sound half-insane because it's no easy task to simultaneously slack your ass off and overload your brain cells in one seating.
Labels: books
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