It seems so surreal that the past two years of burying my nose in books have been reduced to three weeks of unbelievable, completely-exaggerated torture.
Then again, time seems to pass so fast, I'm sitting on a park bench in the middle of the pathway they call life wondering what ever happened to the second-hand on the clock.
And of course, when the torture ends, the credit card comes out and I'm swiping it at so many different outlets, I can't keep track.
Then I shrug and smile sheepishly as my bill comes in a sharp, flat white envelope.
In other news,
I plan to redesign my blog skin.
Watch as I bulldoze my way through the Christmas holidays!
This is a girl. This is her blog. That's pretty much the gist of where you are now on the internet.
