Jason’s comment about candy reminded me of one of my favorite t-shirts sitting in the closet at the moment. I remember working at the library circulation desk and wearing the outfit pictured below. A guy walks up to check out a book. After reading my shirt, he points and asks, “Is that true?”
I answered, “More than you know.” Jason may enjoy the candy, but I love the real deal. Go, nerds.
This advertisement evokes the same internal discomfort as a winking smiley emoticon and prevented me from being able to keep the window of my email account open for more than a few seconds.
Brace yourself.
I possibly avoid getting thoroughly engrossed in books because my job does not afford me the luxury of staying up all night. Since I lack the discipline to simply put down the book, I read until my body forces me to stop, read to the point I’m nodding off. More than once I’ve been awaken by a book being dropped on my face. It’s not pleasant. Making this even worse lately is my seeming inability to hold back from buying book after book regardless of the need. To slow down my literary binge I forbade myself from buying any more until finishing those in my shelves. That did not work even remotely (bought more shelves instead), but I am pleased to say I finished at least one, World Without End by Ken Follet.
