I have not been
sleeping very well lately. (It comes and
goes with and without the pain.) I'm not
sure if that's why all I've felt like doing lately is lying down somewhere with
my legs propped up and reading a book.
It might also be good books making me feel that way. And summer.
Book book book. I'll blame the
book. This kind of book is definitely
part of why I am not an author. I would
much rather read books like this than even write, and I always have. Mostly unrepentantly.
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