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The Agony of Many Options

Suddenly i have a guzillion books that I have to read and are staring at me from my bedside table. The Known World, Cloud Atlas, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Prozac Nation...just to name a few. And, i am so terribly excited that I could jump up and down on my mattress had I been 5 years younger. I want to read 'em all at once.

A new year and a new resolution to be more disciplined. That has saddled me with the burden of bearing the agony of many options and only one choice.

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