I'm at my mothers, reading, and she's surprised when I finish my book.
Well, it's her book, technically.  And it's my second book of the day.
But still, when I close it and bust open my laptop, she looks at me and goes, "Done?"
I, of course, look sheepishly at the couch in front of me, let out a small smile, and nod.
What can I say?  I'm a fast reader.
She thinks it took me less than 3 hours.  It's entirely possible she's right.  But it was only 320 pages.  What do you expect?  This is me.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
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