Lucky Jim

Not only is the 1st paragraph of Ch. 6 the best description of a hangover I've ever read ...

"His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum."

But I read this today too.

"All the same, what messes these women got themselves into over nothing. Men got themselves into messes too, and ones that weren't so easily got out of, but their messes arose from attempts to satisfy real and simple needs."

Dont particularly agree with that 100% (the first half, yes; the second half, not so much) but still was funny to read because the first part is SO TRUE SOMETIMES.
You couldnt believe some of the problems I've dreamt up in my head that didnt really exist.

Forgiveness via Cobb County Government

I owed like $30 and some change for not returning an encyclopedia of philosophy to my local library branch.
Apparently $0.15 a day racks up. Literally and figuratively.
So I asked to speak to the head of the library to talk about this fine. And I got this guy with a speech impediment. He gave me a mild tongue lashing and I smiled and nodded and took his rebuking with the puppy dog eyes the good Lord gave me. And then he kept talking some more and I thought, "well Im certainly paying back the universe because this guy is apparently lonely and this good deed alone is worth 50 in nice dollars." Yeah, something like that.
So 5 minutes spent with this guy saved me $30. Over an hour, that would have been a saving of $360.
The establishment cant bring me down. The Man aint got nothing over Cobb County Central Library.

Well, I took out two books and put an alarm in my phone for when I need to return them so I wont rack up a library fine of 5 bazillion dollars.

I got Lucky Jim and A Short History of Nearly Everything.

I got Lucky Jim because of these two parts

Dixon pretended to himself that he'd pick up his professor round the waist, squeeze the furry grey-blue waistcoat against him to expel the breath, run heavily with him up the steps, along the corridor to the Staff Cloakroom, and plunge the too-small feet in their capless shoes into a lavatory basin, pulling the plug once, twice, and again, stuffing the mouth with toilet paper.

Amis detailing a hangover

Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of the morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again.

A Short History of Nearly Everything is exceptionally hard to put down. I only planned on reading one chapter last night and I ended up reading four. I mean, why stop at singularity when you can read about supernovas! Its really easy to read layman wise because theres no calculus in it. Calculus will definitely make a book go from hey this doesnt suck to hey this kinda sucks in 2.0 * 10^-34 seconds.

Y'herd?