Because what this blog needs is self-loathing drenched in dirty capitalism …
I started reading Dostoevsky’s classic The Brothers Karamazov the other night. It was late. I fell asleep before I finished the introduction. There’s still 700+ pages remaining. Sadly, there’s precedent to this kind of book reading failure. Good thing trees can’t sue people for wrongful death.
I could read The Brothers Karamazov at some point. I could also qualify for the Summer Olympics at some point. I would probably qualify for the Summer Olympics before I read the Brothers Karamazov. Don’t ask which event because then things get really dicey. Possibly Wii bowling.
