Quote of the Night

From my sweetiepie:

Don't smoke all that crack all at once-- break it up in little chunks and savor the flavor!

Vali always comes up with the best lines.

Don't fuss, honey-- going to bed now, i swear! I would've gone to bed earlier if i could locate that copy of Nights at the Circus you gave me.

Why is it that i can't find it now when i really want to read it, and my copy of The Dreyfus Affair sits on my bookshelf, mocking me with its mediocrity?

There's a life lesson in there somewhere, i know it.

Every day i read the book

Not five minutes went by when i finally found my copy of Nights at the Circus after i posted my sirenwhine about its disappearance last night. It was hiding behind a stack of books, and when i shifted them just a little bit to the right, huzzah! there it was.

Hmm, i could've sworn i'd checked there before. Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time this has happened to me. A book will sit on the shelf feeling unloved for ages, and when i finally decide i want to read it, it plays hard to get.

Oh, now you want to read me! Well! We'll just see about that!

hide hide hide

seek seek seek

It's a little game they play with me sometimes. Now my bed has books all over it. Sometimes i'll wake up in the morning with my hand still between a book marking the place where i stopped the night before. I've had books fall on my face from where they slipped out of my hands when i nodded off, a perfect indicator that i need to turn off the light and go to bed. I like searching the covers for books that get trapped in the covers, sometimes having to shake out the sheets and find little books fall out of them.

Taadaa! and now for my latest trick!

None of this is new to anyone here, but i still like telling it.

The past couple of months i'm finding most of my reading kind of flat, with a few exceptions. Even when i enjoy what i'm reading, it's harder for me to get into than it used to be not too long ago. Everything feels a teeny bit flat, and it takes me longer to read less. Even when i love it, i think that when i snap out of this in a couple months time (i hope) things will seem more three dimensional. I think it's thoughts that are running every which way and it's hard to concentrate on something for very long.

I'm doing better than i was last week-- i couldn't read a journal entry much longer than a paragraph or so. It had nothing to do with the interest level i had in it; i just couldn't concentrate on it. This morning i got through a whole page of entries and could concentrate on what they were saying without flitting off, so that's better.

This week's been better. It feels a lot shorter than last week, that's for sure. I can hardly believe it's Thursday. This is good. I have no idea what Allyson and Denise need for class tonight and i feel like i'm flying blind, not so good. They're getting their revenge for my late updates, no doubt.