Friday, April 23, 2004
I want to lay and think of nothing. I don't have that luxury. I no longer want to think of recommendations to a class, or that I missed a great opportunity, or that I actually wanted to do it, or that when people ask...I have to say that I slept, or that I failed. I don't want to think. I have to move on with my day and I resent that. I resent everyone right now, especially those closest to me because they will have more to say than I want to hear.
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by Charlaine Harris (Clearly more than one book, but once started, it is impossible to stop.)
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