Books, like friends, should be few and well-chosen

I have been waking up at odd hours, a book either on the floor or somewhere on my body. Thank you so much to two of my buds, for letting me borrow materials. It feels good to have my creative side scratching at the surface. It's comforting to experience things with a little bit of space between myself and the events portrayed. I can get lost without losing myself.

Sometimes, I just don't want to deal with what's looming in front of me. I grab a book. Other times, I want to chill out. I grab a book. Lately, it's been the best way for me to fall asleep when my insomnia hits. Usually, I get wrapped up in the story and sometimes read through the night. For the past couple weeks, I've been lucky to get an hour in before I'm snoring.

So thanks for the sleep, for getting my mind going, and opening new experiences.