I didn't read much this weekend. Surprising, since I spent a lot of the weekend without Internet access, but sometimes even I'm not in the mood for reading. I also watched a lot of DVDs, a couple of which I've reviewed here.
What little reading I did was mostly re-reading. I had been meaning to re-read some of Fritz Leiber's Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser stories. It had been six or seven years since I'd returned to the boys from Lankhmar, and a few of the stories I hadn't read in a couple of decades. I'll talk more about that later.
Otherwise, I had a restless weekend, one of those where I paced a lot and did mindless things like cleaning the living room and straightening bookshelves. I spent far too much time in introspection. Always a dangerous thing.
I did make it to the gym several times. I worked my biceps so hard Sunday morning that I had the shakes while I was trying to shop for books. That's what you get when you train to exhaustion.
Let's see, what else?
I had possibly the worst pizza I've ever had, and have now wiped Papa John's from my list of restaurants.
I had many strange and somewhat disturbing dreams, which I won't go into.
I read a bunch of old comic books.
That's pretty much it.