I’m dying here
John says I’m a nerd. I say he just doesn’t know funny. Please please PLEASE read this, and if you don’t laugh, don’t tell me about it. (It’s the list at the end that gets me. I’m practically crying. Thanks, Mom!)
John says I’m a nerd. I say he just doesn’t know funny. Please please PLEASE read this, and if you don’t laugh, don’t tell me about it. (It’s the list at the end that gets me. I’m practically crying. Thanks, Mom!)
Faster than usual, I mean. Especially lately. I started A Princess of Mars two weeks ago. TWO weeks ago. That’s ridiculous. Turns out I didn’t really want to read it. Over the weekend, I got invited to join a book club, but I can’t start the new book until I finish the one I’m reading. So I stayed up too late last night, racing through it as fast as I could without skimming, and I finally finished it when I got home from work. I’m free! And now I can start reading The Snow Child. It’s a new book, only out in hardcover, so I decided to use this as my Kindle test. I bought my first Kindle book, and now that I’m free (!), I can start it. And that is a little bit why I’m not writing any more tonight. Also because I am sleepy.