I have not picked up a book since Friday evening.

Friday I went to the Margaret Atwood reading and I bought books and stuff. Came home, read a bit of She and then I haven't touched a book since.

Unthinkable! I know!

I was out of my apartment pretty much allllll day yesterday. A friend caught me online when I was still in my jammies and twisted my arm into going to the St. Lawrence Market with them. Not that I need much twisting...although I did hold out for latte. Then we walked around a lot and ended up at the Kensington Market. Then just as we were about to part ways he got a call from a high school friend of ours (that happens to be my best friend's little brother) so I went and met up with them for a bit. And then I took some other friends, the wonderful, lovely ladies that are taking care of me this week after my wisdom teeth come out, out for dinner. It was about 11pm by the time I got home.

Today I've been laazyyyy. I'm not really sure what I did today. But it was a lazy and wonderful and involved lots of (decaf) tea.

But I haven't touched a book all day. I haven't touched a magazine. I've cleared out my blog feeds and watched tv (Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip is getting two thumbs up from me but I'm partial to Bradley Whitford and Matthew Perry working together).

I just have not been in a good reading groove lately. I'll get it back soon. It always comes back.