and it's only the last week of may.

I'm home again. What do I do with myself now?

I haven't even read any poetry lately. I read House of Sand and Fog this past weekend and it was the saddest book I've read in awhile. It also taught me an interesting handful of Persian vocabulary my father never taught me. Still, I don't know if I liked it very much. Something unsettling with these books about Iranian ex-pats. Especially when they're not written by Iranian ex-pats.

Houston has a bad transportation system. It's been my project since the summer after freshman year of college to figure out how it works. I think I will finally start this Saturday.