So the cold mutated into a bad sinus infection, which laid me up for another, truly non-eventful, weekend. But the worst part of it? I’m totally and utterly unable to read. I can’t concentrate and even looking at a page (or a computer screen) hurts my eyes (it does not, however, stop me from lying on the couch, collecting dust, and watching hour after hour of television).
I’ve been reading Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer for the past four weeks. I’m on page 154. Other books I can’t seem to crack are Marie Antoinette: The Journey, The Communist’s Daughter by Dennis Bock, and about 17 others sitting on my night table. I should be starting a November challenge, I like Sassy Monkey’s idea of doing one ‘from the stacks,’ but I am also attracted to the idea (c/o Kailana) of reading war-inspired or themed books because of Remembrance Day, but considering I haven’t finished a single challenge yet (I came close with the RIP one for October), I might simply have my goal for this month to “get over my reader’s block” and actually finish a damn book.
Tomorrow is another day: tomorrow I will decide upon a challenge. Tomorrow, I hope, I will be feeling better.
Jeez. Somehow I feel responsible for you ending up with a sinus infection ’cause I kept blabbing on and on about mine and giving you dire warnings. Hope you got some meds for it.
And, yeah, the worst thing about being sick is when you can’t read. TV is a lousy substitute.