I miss books

I look at them. I pet them. I sigh at them. But generally speaking I haven't really been reading them.

First off, I'm busy, busy, busy at work. This week was supposed to be calm. I wasn't going to have to work crazy extra hours. And then Monday night happened (please note that the post I'm linking to contains profanity). And well, now my week is all off kilter.

Secondly, I'm tired. My eyes ache.

Thirdly, I've been cleaning. Shocking. Instead of ignoring the dishes I've been doing them. My apartment is shiny and clean. And I think I like it.

I want a *real* weekend. Or five.

I have books on my shelves that I really want to read like Poison Study, Magic Study, The Kitchen Boy, Darcy's Story, Mansfield Park, and many, many more.