I just finished reading "Deliverance" by James Dickey. Holy Shit! That book is fucking intense. I recommend it, highly. I spent the past two days trying to hold together the crumbling paperback which I had been carrying with me for about two years now. By the end, the book completely fell into 3 or 4 pieces and wrapped a rubber band around it to keep it together and put it on the "finished books" shelf in my apartment. I felt so separate from the city while I was reading. As if I were really in the woods in North Georgia. Experiencing the heat of the sun, the cool water and the tenseness of every second of the book surge through my body. I woke up this morning feeling my muscles ache. I told our relocations coordinator that I wanted my flight from Munich to Roanoke on the 17th of July. I'll be home on a Friday.