twiddling my thumbs

it is officially 9:07 pm and i've left my book at work. i left work hurriedly today because a rep and i were going to get pedicures after work. her name is samantha, and she's new in SD too. she's a recent implant from chicago.

last night i began reading inkheart and took it to work with me today. sometimes, i sneak in a few pages of reading during my lunch break. today was too hectic for any reading, but it seemed like a good idea to bring the book along for the trolley ride back home.

it's now officially 9:09 and i feel like i don't have anything to do. i've become so dependent on reading at the end of my evening that i feel slightly lost now. proud, however, that i'm not sitting on the couch watching the telly. yes, i just used the word telly. i read a book, confessions of a shopaholic, which was based in london, and they used the word telly.

sure there are clothes to be washed. yep, i could pack my gym bag for tomorrow. i could call it an early night and go to bed, but i'm too keyed up to even consider bed right now. i need a back up book for situations like this...

well, i kind of have one, the story of edgar sawtelle, but it's not an easy read. i need brainless fun.

escape... i just want to escape any and all thoughts of work. i didn't get nearly enough done today and it's haunting my mind. just an fyi, this week is a 30+ hour week of claudia breathing down my back, overlooking my shoulder, and micromanaging my life. sounds exciting, right?

sigh.

okay, now it's only 9:14 and i still can't think of anything to do. guess i will take camy downstairs for a walk and take care of those clothes that need to be washed.

so much for a fun, relaxing evening of reading while dustyn is away at piano lessons.

end of post: 9:16 pm.