I’ve got this tendency to use reading to escape. For instance, last week, in 5 or so days I read 5 novels. And I’m itching to read some more.
I finished the last book in the series I was reading early Monday morning. It was still Sunday night to me.
Yesterday I went out to lunch (because I didn’t bring anything to eat at work.) I love to dine alone, but that’s because I usually read a book while I’m eating. I didn’t want to start another novel, so I tried a non-fiction book instead.
I am waiting for my husband at the doctor’s office. I don’t wanna read that non-fiction book. Like a junkie, I am tweaking for some fantasy in which to lose myself. If I cave in and start a novel, I might stay up all night reading.
I guess it could be worse.






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