Ever been late to work because you've been reading during breakfast and lost track of time?
I feel like that might happen in the next few days. And this threat is only exacerbated by the fact that I can't ever get a seat on the D line on my way to work, and thus can't read (very well without getting jostled) whilst standing up...so I try to get in my morning lit before the commute. But I do love to eat cereal and read a good book.
I think I would be pretty happy to find out that heaven is an easy chair next to an ever-replenishing bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats with whole milk, and a stack of the best books ever written (hopefully Jesus likes himself a lot of Agatha Christie, and a good bit of candy-lit because no way am I spending eternity reading the likes of Faulkner. That would be Hell). There would be kitties, too. Oh, and that guy I like.
Mantelpiece
3 weeks ago
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I'm proud to say I've mastered the feat of standing whilst reading on the subway. It took some practice, but but flipping pages no longer slams me into the poor sap next to me.
Although I don't read at breakfast (what breakfast?), I frequently find myself returning late from lunch because I just can't tear myself away.
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