The problem with getting reacquainted with my "joy of reading" is the fact that I have little time for anything else. I spent the entire day at home, reading and sleeping, with snacks in between. If it wasn't for C.S.I., I probably wouldn't even be watching TV.

Of course reading isn't just what's been on my mind all day. I want to call Steph. Desperately. To tell her I have Assasin's Quest, a book I presume she still doesn't have. But then again, it's my overzealousness that sometimes proves my undoing. And so, with a lot of willpower, I put the phone down and not dial her phone number.