I'm reading like mad lately. Too much, actually, and it's making my life all off-balance. I stayed up until 3am last night, finishing a really good book (that I'm not going to tell you about just yet), and then I laid in bed for another hour or so, thinking about it. I had to get up at 7am, so I had no business staying up until 3 or 4 in the morning, but I just had to find out if Miss Two Slice Hilly 'as gonna git what 'as coming to her, and if Skeeter 'as gonna marry Mister Stuart, and if Minny 'as gonna leave that no good husband a hers.
I love books that make me act all reckless and irresponsible, but I hate the consequences that go along with of that behavior. This time: I slept through my alarm in the morning, which was embarrassing, as I was supposed to sub-teach Gus's primary class. I jumped out a bed, threw on a skirt, and made it there 10 minutes late, by myself. Then I felt all down in the dumps about myself. Why'd I stay up so late? I could have finished the book after church today. But when I was reading last night, I just knew if I put that book down I would toss and turn all night, and probably have one of those dreams where I'm looking for a toilet the whole time cuz I gotta pee so bad but can't seem to get any relief no matter how many times I go.
One of these days I'm gonna wet the bed, and there'll be nothing I can do to stop it. Except maybe finish whatever book I'm reading before I fall asleep.
Anyway, American Idol starts this week, so thankfully I'll get some TV time in and balance out my life a little. Kids are good. Alive and well, if you were wondering.
PS. The potato book we're reading this month on SRBC is top notch. It's a good month to join us if you were thinking about it.
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