i got home from work last night, cooked up a batch of mexican veggies (onion, mushrooms, celery, red, green & orange peppers with mexi-spice), ate three tortillas full and then laid down on my futon with my neck properly supported and read all night long. it was perfect. of course, i made myself stop reading around nine so that i’d have some of my book left to read today during lunch. there’s about two chapters left and i’m all excited about the ending, but also a little upset ’cause i haven’t decided what i’m going to read next.
i’m actually thinking about trying to find atlas shrugged by ayn rand. don’t ask me why, it’s just something that crossed my mind the other day. i really enjoyed the fountainhead, actually. i’d read it again, but it’s only been a year and i think it would bring up too many memories of morgan, and with everything i’m sorting through right now, i don’t need that extra burden.
my neck seems to have appreciated the tender loving care i gave it last night, as i can actually turn my head from side to side without pain (no thanks to dan). that’s a relief. i was a little more cranky than i should have been yesterday because of the pain. it’s still a little stiff, but hell, i can deal with that as long as it doesn’t hurt like it did before.
A friend of mine read Atlas Shrugged and really liked it.
my dad keeps trying to get me to read anything by her, but Atlas Shrugged in particular. I just never got into it.
I read a Superman comic last night…Superman won.
yay!!!! *claps*
Hrmm… Paige, are you the half sister I never was told about?? My father is forever going on about how I should read anything by Rand.
You’d think he’d just be happy I still read for pleasure (and NOT anything from the romance section *shudder*).