William Gass Wastes My Time

In my continued effort to kill time before I go back to college (without possibly exerting myself in any way), I’m doing another diary entry. Hey, some people get summer jobs, I sit around and write in my diary. There’s no shame in that.

Of course, you would think having nothing to do all day would result in more diary entries than I put out, but, then, doing nothing takes more time than you think. For example: I sit down with William H. Gass’ novel The Tunnel this morning and I read for about 3 hours about absolutely nothing. To be honest, I hardly even understood a word of it, yet, there it was, 3 hours gone. That’s how life is. They tell you life is short, but the truth is it’s quite long – you just waste most of it away.

Speaking of Gass’ (Gass’s?) novel, if any of you have read it (I know you haven’t, but, you know, hypothetically), I would appreciate a note explaining what the hell he’s talking about. Honestly, I read 3 hours and the most I could make out is he had a bad childhood, hates his wife, and he’s digging a tunnel because of it. Of course, I’ve still got a little over 500 pages to go, so, maybe it’ll make sense at some point. I’m reading it regardless, simply because a book I don’t fully understand is ten times more interesting that a book I have figured out 10 pages in. If that makes sense.

Anyway, I’m not in the mood to expound on any philosophical topic at the moment, so I think we’ll just call this another wasted entry. Maybe I should get a summer job after all. . .