obsessive

Weeks like this are why I can't read fiction.
This week in particular, work was so stressful and I really felt like I needed a distraction- an escape...oops... got what i asked for...

I started reading The Hunger Games last week. I don't know if I identified somehow with the leading chick or what, but the story consumed me.... I couldn't focus on life until I could get out of the story....  I couldn't rest or sleep or think or focus until it had resolved.

The good thing about most books, instead of movies or TV, is that they're unpredictable (usually). soo 400 pages would pass... then 400 more... then 400 more... I finished the series yesterday. I got more sleep than I have all week.

" i am not pretty. i am not beautiful. i am as radiant as the sun."