What I look like as of yesterday. Damn you, tooth extraction.
Anyhow, I'm just swinging by to mention how my reading marathon went. Well, not as expected, because honestly, I got in far less than 12 hours. FAR. I'd say four hours, maybe five. But still, I got a bunch of reading in, and I look so ridiculous right now that I doubt I will be getting out of my house any time soon. So let the reading continue!
Here are the stats:
- Lés Miserablés by Victor Hugo; 143 pages read
- The Feast of the Goat by Mario Vargas Llosa; 79 pages read
- Exodus by León Uris; 12 pages read
- The Promise by Chaim Potok; 2 pages read (Apparently, I don't want to let go of this book.)
It's all How I Met Your Mother's fault. If it didn't exist, I probably would have FINISHED Lés Miserablés. (I am, of course kidding. I'm not even halfway through the darn book, yet close. However, I am thoroughly enjoying it.)
Love and cupcakes which I can't eat,