I hate books. I hate books. I hate books. I hate pages. I hate bookmarking. I hate covers. I hate words. I hate passages. I hate authors. I hate reading. I hate left-to-right. I hate shelving them. I hate conversations. I hate twists. I hate mysteries. I hate waking up. I hate my job. I hate being alive.
I decided to start reading John Dies at the End, it's been pretty funny.