Well, I finished the Richard

Well, I finished the Richard Lewis autobiography. Hmm, well, I actually didn’t even finish the book. I don’t know what I was expecting. I always thought that Richard Lewis was funny and I loved his show with Jamie Lee Curtis, Anything But Love (Gawd, I feel like I’m dating myself with that one.) I had heard that he was a recovering alcoholic and stuff. I guess I was expecting something a little more upbeat. However, the title of the book is The Other Great Depression; so I guess I was warned. So the book just went ON AND ON about his alcohol, his fear of commitment, and his recovery. At the end, I was just skimming the pages and finally, I gave up with 20 pages left. That’s really odd for me to give up on a book like that. Usually, if I can’t get through the first 50 or so pages, I’ll stop reading it and come back to the book later. I did this with Robert Jordon The Eye of the World; the first time I read it, I couldn’t get pass the first two chapters. A couple of weeks later, I picked it up and next thing I know I have the whole series in paperback.
Anyway, there were some things in the book that made me think. For one, I wonder if I should become an alcoholic. I feel that my life is somewhat shitty, but it’s nowhere near rock bottom. Why not head for rock bottom? Once I hit it, I got no where but up to go. Actually, I would probably stay at the bottom forever.
Well, tomorrow’s reading looks like the Elvis biography. I hope it is a better read than tonight’s read.
Current mood: disappointed
Current music: U2 – When Love Came To Town