revenge of the nerd...
So I'm back in toronto for a couple weeks wrappin things up, and am currently experiencing the first weekend in many, many moons that does not include obligations of any kind. No practice, no parties, no nuthin'. So, with all this time on my hands, the inevitable has occurred. I have reverted to my eighth-grade, invertebrate self.
Yes, The Bookworm has returned. In fact, there's proof that no trace of my athelete self is currently present:
Yesterday I spent four hours sitting at Indigo Books with something mildly coffee-flavoured, and read a book. When I had to leave, I was so close to finishing that I bought it... and the next one in the series.
Today, having finished them both, I went back for the last two.
I have not, in quite some time, felt this relaxed and happy. In which case...
"welcome back, nerd-self. I've missed you."
Yes, The Bookworm has returned. In fact, there's proof that no trace of my athelete self is currently present:
Yesterday I spent four hours sitting at Indigo Books with something mildly coffee-flavoured, and read a book. When I had to leave, I was so close to finishing that I bought it... and the next one in the series.
Today, having finished them both, I went back for the last two.
I have not, in quite some time, felt this relaxed and happy. In which case...
"welcome back, nerd-self. I've missed you."