Saturday, May 2, 2009

Another one bites the dust

I agree with my brother that psychology plays a role in sickness. However, when I walk from my bed to the kitchen for water and am exhausted by the time I get there I think my body is trying to tell me something.

This means I have been resting a LOT the last few days. I would say pshh, I'm not sick, but listen to this: I haven't even had enough energy to read.


Last night was the first time since Tuesday I had been able to hold up a book. So what does this mean? It means that my exercise for the day is going to the dreaded Merlo library to take back all the books which are overdue (even Drood which I haven't even started), pay my fines, pick up my friends (books), and add them to the stack I am trying to read while in quarantine.

"We read to know we are not alone."
C.S. Lewis


  1. Oooh! I love a good mystery - such good 'fluff' reading. (I just CAN'T do the Sophie Kinsella stuff)
    I'm going to add The Shadow of the Wind to my list....thanks for the reviews!

  2. Oh damn! The above comment was meant for your book post. That is what happens when you have to catch up on 5 posts at once...where have I been?

    And now for my comment on this post... (which now seems lame)

    I know I'm definitely sick when I can't drink coffee or read. So. Bizarre.