Well, I've got issues and if you've known me for more than 5 minutes this has been evident from the onset of our acquaintence.
You know I read "Twilight" during my short bout with pink-eye. You also are aware that I have a reading issue...I can't stop. So, I read "Twilight" on Thursday, the second in the series on Friday (I gave the first two to Reilly and I can't remember the actual title), began "Eclipse" on Friday, finished early Saturday morning, and began the final book "Breaking Dawn" on Saturday afternoon and finished in the wee hours of Monday morning. I fell off the wagon...I couldn't stop.
Mind you, this read-a-thon was was not because these books are particulary great literature. Okay, they grab you but let's say you aren't going to increase your vocabulary any by reading them. I loved them because I just wanted to know what happened next. They weren't deep, or I didn't think so but I JUST HAD TO KNOW WHAT WAS NEXT.
I think it was a great way for me to get away and live another life while still being on the premises to break up any fights. Sometimes you just have to take a break. But now that I'm back to reality I wish I would have read them slower. Two words - home disaster.
Oh well, every bit of junk around here is infinitely patient and will wait, eons if necessary, for me to take care of it. Ah, if only the family was as patient.
Good night I have get some serious sleep to make up for the tomfoolery of reading all weekend.