I bought a book on monday afternoon. The day before I had to be up at 7:15, for a full and important day. And, of course, the inevitable happened, and I stayed up till midnight reading… *sigh*
And then the next morning I decided to read a bit (just a bit) while I was drinking my tea, which naturally made “drinking my tea” take a bit longer, and so I had to run for my bus.
The moral of this story is – new books are dangerous, and can result in lost sleep and missed buses. Use with caution. Luckily for me, I’m too poor for this to be a regular hazard… (Hooray for gift-vouchers and guilt-free book shopping!)
That’s my story.