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Last week I said to Jack, "Pick a book off the shelf for me to read." This is what I ended up with. A couple of chapters in, I was engrossed and wondered why in the world I hadn't read Vonnegut since highschool (when I read Slaughterhouse Five, Cat's Cradle, and Player Piano). Then halfway through I tired of it, but I don't know if it was me or the book. Finished it this morning when I woke up at 5 and couldn't fall back to sleep. Now I'm lethargic. The end.