The need to post something

... has been eating at me all (long) weekend. Unfortunately, the lack of material hinders me from posting anything. Pardon my non-entry.

I meant to finish reading David Mitchell's number9dream over the three-day weekend, very determined to put an end to my reading slump from which I've been suffering since two weeks ago. But just as I was preparing to snuggle against the pillows come Friday night, I realized one teeny, weeny thing: oh lordie, I forgot my copy of the book in the office! I wanted to tear my hair out in utter frustration. Then comes the realization that I will be number9dream-less for three whole friggin' days, and so I felt like hurling myself out from the balcony. Stupid, stupid me.

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My husband suggested I pick another title in the meantime - “Ang dami-dami mong libro, kumuha ka muna dyan ng iba!” Makes perfect sense, yes? But I just couldn't, you know? Remembering my place in number9dream – I'm now friends with Goatwriter, Mrs. Combs and Pithecanthropus from Study of Tales – made me feel... disloyal if I picked another book in its stead, because I can just feel like there's something awesome that's going to be revealed in this chapter. There's also something about being in the groove of things while reading a novel that will make it difficult to just pick another one. Am I the only one who feels this way? Forgive me, I'm weird like that.

Saturday afternoon, while the little girl was napping, I scoured my purse for my office key and trekked all the way to the office (it's just a couple of blocks away, hee) to retrieve my precious Mitchell. When I got there, guess what? Our utility worker, who last borrowed my office key, returned the wrong one! I couldn't believe at first that the door wouldn't budge – I went so far as to text our secretary if our door knob and dead bolt were changed recently – and when he replied that they weren't, I wanted to die!! &*^%$#@!)(&+  As I dejectedly and heartbrokenly trudged on back home, all I could think of was, well, there goes my long weekend. Reading slump, you win. 

But hey, I can still continue reading number9dream, but it will entail additional expenses. Upon checking the Kindle store, I saw that the digital edition costs $11.69. Okay, more or less P500, and I sort of promised myself not to get it if it costs more than $10. Since it costs more than that, I had to hold my horses.

Oh, hold my horses, my a**.

Desperation and love for Mitchell eventually won. After about, oh, 5 seconds' debate with my nagtitipid self, I bought the Kindle edition anyway. I figured that since it's a Mitchell, I really shouldn't mind.

The long weekend is over, and I managed to read all of the equivalent of 5 pages of my print copy. (For those who know me personally, you'd know the reason why.) There goes my $11.69. Oh well. :)

How about you? Any books you've finished reading over the weekend? :)