Yet I Love to Read November 21, 2002 - 3:48 a.m.

I miss the day when I could sit down with a book and not move until I was completely done reading it.

I recently started re-reading Harriet the Spy. For some unknown reason, this was my favorite book in fourth grade. I was like... 9 or 10 years old. I've heard some people claim they started reading authors like Shakespeare at that age. Snotty bastards. I on the other hand, enjoyed being a child and reading simple-minded books.

I'm still the same way.

But now I can't seem to even sit down and read Harriet the Spy. Maybe only four chapters into it, and I have to put it down.

I don't know if this has something to do with the book boring me (which I don't think would be he case, because I do it with some of the most interesting books) or if it has to do with my headaches.

When I stare at the page for so long, the words and lines blend together. The page itself becomes a blinding white. And the edge of the letters suddenly holds this eerie glow.

So I resort to reading less and wasting more time online.

But I got a lot of Christmas shopping done tonight. So it wasn't a complete waste.

And I forgot just how much I love cream cheese and salsa. It used to be a daily staple when I was in high school.

*goes back to eating*

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