I haven’t been reading much these days. So many books sitting on my shelf and desk, the titles I so wanted and paid for at Borders, the sleeves all covered with dust now. Sometimes, and I assure you that it only happens for a split second, I wish I was back to the old days where I could relax and read a book. Where I even felt like reading a book. These days, I cajole myself into writing reviews and reading up and checking out other websites for work reference, whenever I feel like reading a book.
Perhaps one of these days, I will sit myself down with a cup of *whatever* and a book and just read to lull myself to sleep and once again, see the little intricacies of each story and the other little stories we can learn from them.
I hope I’m tired enough tonight to fall asleep. Much needed sleep.
