So, I managed to sit down in my taco shell of a bed and read an unexpected book in a few sloped sittings. As a part of my desire towards sobriety, excessive reading seems to fit just perfectly. The book: The Solitude of Prime Numbers by Paolo Giordano. While it was a simple read, it had moments of brilliance, and for that I enjoyed it. At the end of the read, I{m left with the notion that I would like to be more like Paolo: a physicist and novelist (two things which I secretly, and yet candidly adore). If I had patience or dedication or if I were a phenomenally handsome Italian male and mathematical mastermind, perhaps I too would know success. But really, success is relative.