..but by the time I get home from work, I’m so tired all I want to do is sleep. Or maybe I’m so overdosed with words because of reading updates on the site the whole day that I can’t even lift a page.
Bad me. I need to read because I treat reading as an exercise. Reading is like my practice if I was an athlete. Reading is also a therapy for me.
And I pity the books waiting to be explored. 
Just this February, I bought 6 books; 2 books last January–majority of them left untouched to this hour.
I started reading Salman Rushdie’s Satanic Verses (oh what a pity, I should have read this ages ago). The book was a gift from my college professor before he left for Australia last 2006 and I just started reading it last month. I’m half done, but I don’t like it much anymore. Maybe because it was too heavy a plot to follow. I might read it soon again. I’m now reading Lady Chatterley’s Lover.
So obviously, my books have been accumulating dust and I hate that. I just hate that. I think I’m going to sleep really late tonight and prevent myself from opening my laptop. (Oh I need to find my other books, they’re scattered all over the house!)
Internet is a big big distraction. Grrr. Why can’t I hit that log-out button?
