I gave up drinking – except for special occasion glasses of wine.
I am trying to give up smoking – it doesn’t work so well.
I gave up (for the most part) all drugs that aren’t prescribed by my doctor. (Good thing he gives me good drugs).
I don’t gamble. I don’t play online games. I don’t watch TV – I actually got rid of the ones in all our bedrooms because I. just. don’t. like. TV.
But I cannot kick the book addiction. I don’t get it. I have tons of books that I haven’t read yet. I have shelves of books that I have read multiple times and just might read again. I have books about books. I have books on marriage, books on parenting, books on whether or not Mary Magdalene really got it on with Jesus (She didn’t).
I make lists of books to read. I make lists of books to order from interlibrary loan. I make lists of books to buy. I make lists of authors that I.must.check.out.immediately. But then I mostly dislike them.
So why the insane need of books? What kind of weird addiction is it? I love them, don’t get me wrong. But really, how many books does one need?
Wait.
There are never enough books.
Disregard my ramble.
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I’ve been bad w/ the smoking the last few days. I’ll just blame it on having a super stressful weekend since we moved. I think I’ll spend this weekend going through nicotine withdrawal and hiding in my bedroom.
There’s never enough time to do the things you want to do…..
plus, there’s never enough books.