Do you ever think of sleep deprivation (due to excessive book reading) as a badge of honor?
I’ve got to admit, I sorta, kinda do.
Here’s my normal pre-bed game plan:
- Do dishes.
- Perform a contortionist-routine of knee stretches to help alleviate pain (As my grandmother always said, getting old isn’t for wimps)
- Ablutions
- Kiss husband goodnight (he always watched TV till late)
- Snuggle into bed and read till my iPad hits me in the face.
When I’m so sleepy that I can’t keep my own reading material from attacking, I know it’s time to close the book and go to sleep.
Sometimes this happens quickly, 5 or 10 minutes in. But sometimes…
The clock ticks into those wee single digits but despite the reluctant voice in my head whispering about how much I love sleep… I. Just. Can’t. Stop.
Such are the troubles and tribulations of the avid reader.
If I couldn’t only sleep in till 10 every day, life would be grand (and filled with SO MANY MORE HOURS of reading )
Book Quote I’m Totally Feeling:
(Also… completely impossible!)
Library P*rn:
(… I think Bell lives here)
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