I used to shove my disc man into the back of my pants and walk over the the Memphis Public library for breaks while working at a music store near there. Aimless. I would walk over, smoke a few cigarettes, and ride the escalator to the second floor. I would get a guest pass and log on and read sports pages, type of some on a blog or live journal, and the log off. I would then peruse the stacks of books on that floor, looking for authors to jump out at me, or maybe looking for a book with the right spine design.
I may walk the stairs up to the 3rd or 4th floor, looking at history books; usually with a military slant. Most of what i read left my mind the moment the words were read; I have awful retention of information. But I still found joy somehow in pouring through those books. That library was opened in 2001 I believe...insane.
 I haven't run or exercised in two weeks. I have been battling the flu. A fucking nightmare. I think its my first. Um, what else...I have read probably 200 pages or so of Shelby Foote's civil war. I don't want to stop reading it but I feel like I need to read something else for a moment; take a break. I have a few things on their way from various branches. I can never tell which books will stick. I got Travels with Charley, by Steinbeck. I started it at lunch today and it seems pretty good. I have a new book coming in, The sport of Kings, about horse racing (among other themes ill probably fail to pick up on).  What else?  I guess that is it. This is more of a journal entry.  So, hi. J.D. in 10 years when you read this.