OGIC tagged me, so here goes.
I am tired.
I want a Nintendo Wii.
I wish I were an expert on wine.
I hate cellphones.
I love the aroma of freshly baked coconut bread.
I miss New Orleans.
I fear teenage boys who have Skoal tobacco in their back pockets.
I hear my ceiling fan whirring.
I wonder what my cat dreams about.
I regret not trying to go to film school.
I am not extroverted.
I dance on my Persian rug, alone, often to the musical accompaniment of Stereolab.
I sing in the shower.
I cry too infrequently.
I am not always communicative.
I make with my hands the best bowl of gazpacho you’ll ever taste.
I write at night, after dinner.
I confuse William H. Gass with William Gaddis, even though I’ve read books by the former and none by the latter.
I need a full-body massage.
I should feel better about my body than I usually do.
I start two new books a week, on average.
I finish reading far less books than I start.
I tag Girish and Tingle Alley.