Went to the south side with housemates because norm had a couple of favorite used bookstores down there. One of 'em was mysteriously closed just for this weekend, but the other was okay. Got a nice deal ($8) on a hardcover of Foucault's Pendulum, since I've been meaning to get around to reading some Eco for some time now. It's sort of dense and mystical so far, but I got used to Hesse after a short time, so I'm optimistic.
Pete called and was teasing me about watching star trek (since I was soon after he called, since adam bought season 5) and having done many other stereotypically nerdy things in the past, like watching anime, reading comics, shit like that. I realize that I'm actually not nearly as into a lot of things as I used to be, though. Like, I still like the sort of high-brow artsy-fartsy comics (though that's a world of nerdiness unto itself, I have to confess) and, hell, I'm still trying to learn japanese, which is totally a peer-pressure thing but I'm rationalize it through an interest in learning about literary traditions farther from the european norm I'm used to, but when it comes down to it, I'm beginning to get kind of tired of various things. Or at least I think I am. Maybe it's just a longer-period cycle in my periodic level of enthusiasm for things.