Yesterday I read over 1300 pages, most of that being one book. I am a stud. For successfully accomplishing such a death-defying feat of reading godliness, I decided to give myself a day off and not read anything today.
So what did I do? I sat around in front of the computer for a few hours before jumping up and marching off to find a book to read. I'm so weak-willed.
Today I read three books; or, to be more accurate, I finished two books I began back in January and read the entirety of another. It was enjoyable. My head is no longer throbbing.
Sorry I'm boring.