Literary drunkeness

I cannot seem to finish a book.
I have unfinished books laying around everywhere: John May's Poe & Fanny, The Elegant Universe, Arturo Perez-Reverte's The Fencing Master, CJ Cherryh's Faery in Shadow, and Virginia Wolf's Women and Writing. I am not including the Dairies of Leonardo Da Vinci or the book on Albert Einstein that Schlipp edited, both of which I will probably be reading for the next year or more. It bothers me to have so much in-progress reading...I don't know which book to pick up.

I've had a lot of emotional ups and downs this week. Maybe its the relief of the pressure from the Exam, that, and dealing with Stephanie. I've never had a breakup go this way, and I'm feeling ill-equipped for it. Still, its a learning experience, and I have some good friends who are helping me cope. Thank god for them. I got so drunk last night after an argument with Stephanie that I actually thought about walking over to Stanley's Pub and picking up some poor slob. I was far too drunk to walk there, however, so that ill-conceived ambition was thwarted.

Ah well. Interesting juxtaposition in this entry--books and alcohol. Hmm. My solace?