I could not possibly be (or have been) any less motivated to do anything today but read. Not even writing holds much allure, although I’ve been thinking about writing all weekend, and couldn’t. Friday I couldn’t because I was gone all evening having dinner with girlfriends, and Saturday I couldn’t because LJ was down. Well, I suppose I COULD have written, but I wasn’t really in the mood, so I read instead. I read all day yesterday and all day today. I finished a 1443-page book a couple of hours ago and have just started another one. I wonder if I can take the week off work, or at least the next couple of days so I can continue the devoting-my-life-to-reading thing I’ve got going.
I have so many things I should be doing, but they can wait…a few more days…can’t they?