“Slowly put down the book and back away….slowly……slowly now…”
Some day, I’m going to remember to put down the book at a decent hour. I really meant to go to bed by about 10 last night. Instead, I was awake until 1:30, reading.
I told myself when I sat down, “I’ll just read one chapter and then I’ll get ready for bed!”
Two hours later, Toph made smoochy noises at me and said he was going to bed. I blinked at my book and wondered, “Does this book even have chapters?” I seriously couldn’t remember passing any chapter markers!
Toph jokingly said he’d see me when I’d finished the book. I smirked and rolled my eyes. At 1:30, I finished the book and went to bed. Damn. I hate it when he’s right!
To put this addiction of mine in proper perspective, I started the book at 8:00p.m. when I laid down with X for bed. I kept reading, pretty much straight through until 1:30a.m.. The book had 378 pages. I’ve read it before, but it was long ago and I didn’t remember how it turned out, so I read every word on every page.
I guess there are worse addictions to have. Reading just happens to be mine. I love reading!
