Sleep is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
The past several months, I haven't been sleeping that well. I've had some stress, plus I work thirteen and fourteen hour overnight shifts at my main job, which hasn't left me with a lot of quality sleeping. But since I quit Wal-Mart? I've been sleeping like nobody's business. I can outsleep you. Yes, I can. I went to bed a little after midnight last night, and I woke up around one. In the afternoon. I'm a total championship sleeper, y'all.
Bijal - and Chickpea I guess lol - I'm taking my notebook to work with me, okay? OKAY?! LOL
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I want to know if any of you voracious readers on my flist keep track of what they've read. My mother, who reads and reviews British murder mysteries, lists every novel she reads in a notebook with the genre, star rating, and date completed.
Because of a convo I had earlier with Em via that GOD AWFUL Google chat thingie, I've been thinking about what I read. Mom has been urging me to keep track of what I read because when I'm older or have children it would be interesting to go back over the lists.
I like the idea but I read Chick Lit, historical romances of the Scottish persuasion, mainstream fiction or whatever books like 'The Time-Traveler's Wife' would be called, real-life crime novels by Ann Rule and the like, autobiographies, that kind of thing. In between pretty much every 'real' book I read, I read a Harlequin Presents. I generally read between four and five books a week, but that was when I was working two jobs with little free time. Otherwise it's more.
I like the idea of keeping track of what I read, if just to see how many novels I go through in a years' time, but I think I'd die if someone opened the notebook and found this:
'The Annunciation of Francesca Dunn' by Janis Hallowell
'The Italian's Blackmailed Mistress' by Jacqueline Baird
'Puppet' by Joy Fielding
'The Marchese's Love-Child' by Sara Craven
'Beyond the Highland Mist' by Karen Marie Moning
'Taken by the Highest Bidder' by Jane Porter
'Everyone Worth Knowing' by Lauren Weisberger
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In other news, I'm back on my diet. ::cries:: Living alone has shown me that if no one is around to watch how many times I hit the fridge, that I will hit it often. Also, I will hold the door open and listen to the sweet sound of NO ONE telling me to close it.
Bijal - and Chickpea I guess lol - I'm taking my notebook to work with me, okay? OKAY?! LOL
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I want to know if any of you voracious readers on my flist keep track of what they've read. My mother, who reads and reviews British murder mysteries, lists every novel she reads in a notebook with the genre, star rating, and date completed.
Because of a convo I had earlier with Em via that GOD AWFUL Google chat thingie, I've been thinking about what I read. Mom has been urging me to keep track of what I read because when I'm older or have children it would be interesting to go back over the lists.
I like the idea but I read Chick Lit, historical romances of the Scottish persuasion, mainstream fiction or whatever books like 'The Time-Traveler's Wife' would be called, real-life crime novels by Ann Rule and the like, autobiographies, that kind of thing. In between pretty much every 'real' book I read, I read a Harlequin Presents. I generally read between four and five books a week, but that was when I was working two jobs with little free time. Otherwise it's more.
I like the idea of keeping track of what I read, if just to see how many novels I go through in a years' time, but I think I'd die if someone opened the notebook and found this:
'The Annunciation of Francesca Dunn' by Janis Hallowell
'The Italian's Blackmailed Mistress' by Jacqueline Baird
'Puppet' by Joy Fielding
'The Marchese's Love-Child' by Sara Craven
'Beyond the Highland Mist' by Karen Marie Moning
'Taken by the Highest Bidder' by Jane Porter
'Everyone Worth Knowing' by Lauren Weisberger
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In other news, I'm back on my diet. ::cries:: Living alone has shown me that if no one is around to watch how many times I hit the fridge, that I will hit it often. Also, I will hold the door open and listen to the sweet sound of NO ONE telling me to close it.