Here's what I have not done in the last week: Thanked people for birthday gifts, responded to comments, picked up my room, cleaned out my car, washed my sheets, changed my calendar, gone shopping for work clothes.
Here's what I have done: Received as a birthday gift
The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman and have done little beyond reading. I both thank and curse
cinnamonblood for sending it, because I'm so impossibly hooked, and it's extremely difficult to do things like sleep, eat, change out of my pajamas, and go to work. I'm not finished with it yet, but I've been reading until the book literally falls from my hands, until I'm physically incapable of gripping it any longer. Or until I pass out and wake up at three in the morning with my light still on and the book across my pillow.
When that book is done, I expect I'll be spending another few weeks shut in my room, thanks to
briel, who gave me
The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. I've heard nothing but raves about this book, and I'm eager to read it, especially as Briel says it's one of her favorites. Exciting! Yay for addicting books.
In non-hermit news,
justbluemyself and I are going to see
Lily Allen tonight. ... Oh. I suppose I should stop journalling and figure out when we'll be going.
So, rule: No touching the book again this afternoon. Not until I'm clean and dressed at least.