I'm reading two books right now. There are others that I've started and not finished. I can't seem to find the time to read. Instead I choose to waste my time. It's been a good week; doing nothing. The two books I'm finding a few minutes here and there to look at are pretty cheesy. but my interest is genuine. Trying to come at it with an open mind.

The first is Linda Goodman's Love Signs. I was really into astrology in my late teens. I was also into pretty much anything unexplained, or supernatural, theological, philosophical. Whatever. Teenagers. But the more I looked into astrology, the less it let me down. I've had Linda's Sun Signs book ever since then. The one I currently have on loan is more about signs relating to each other where the first is about the sings themselves. It's flaky, but it's a fun read. I've read about me with the three (four, including childhood best friends) main relationships in my life, and I gotta say, it's creepy. Because I don't really want to believe it, and I won't let it rule my life, but I haven't found a reason to not believe.

Anyway, rambling.

The second is Allen Carr's EASYWAY to Stop Smoking. I'm not very far into it yet. It's repetitive. It has to be. It's goal is to change your mindset; not only the way you think about smoking and cigarettes, but the way you think about quitting and living without them. I can see how it's written the way it is because it needs to be, but it also makes it lame. I feel so dumb when I'm reading it. I will finish it by the end of the weekend, regardless. How can it hurt me? It seems to me like his "EASYWAY" is just a real life application of the Secret. But, whatever.

I need sleep, but had late coffee. It's my own fault.

Last year the boys played acoustic guitar ar each other.