My mind wanders. Often during inopportune times. Often when I’m trying to sleep. Not terribly often when I’m reading books. I think this is because I usually read good books and become engrossed in the story. If my mind does wander, it’s usually to do with something about the book. When I’m reading a bad book, though, my mind speeds off like Toad on the Rainbow Road. Here are things I did to put off reading a particular book (which for now shall remain nameless).
I exercised. It made me feel very smug. And sweaty.
I watched the second half of 3:10 to Yuma. Not my favorite movie, but much better than this book.
I perused ZooBorns, which is something I hadn’t done in a very long time, so there lots of baby animal photos I hadn’t seen yet. Like this one:
He reminds me a lot of a panda, since pandas are often sitting in that pose and eating bamboo. I think bamboo would be a little much for Sid to handle right now.
I did laundry. Two loads, in fact.
I did dishes. And made food. And did more dishes.
I remembered that Dr. Seuss day is coming up, so I searched for Seuss things and came upon some AWESOME stuff. Like this:
But, much as I would rather throw myself into my writing, I pull back because I know I should be reading this ghastly thing…so instead I play on the internet and do useful but ultimately unnecessary things (cause really, who needs clean sheets?). All I can say is I can’t wait until tomorrow at 12pm, when I will never more (I hope) have to look at this book again.
For now, I shall go back to reading. In my life of first world problems, I cannot think of anything worse than being forced to read such a monstrous tome. There are so many GOOD books! Why waste time reading the bad ones?