I don't even have a title for today.

I'd like to be able to tell you I did lots of exciting things over the weekend. I'd like to tell you that wild shenanigans were participated in. But I can't.

I was so lame this weekend, I'm not even sure how I spent most of my time.

I'm trying to make a serious effort to curtail the spending in a (somewhat last minute) attempt to save some money for the mass of expenses that is going to be July. Which so far results in a lot of reading, movie watching and knitting. And while fun for me, doesn't exactly translate into action packed stories that other people want to read about. However, let's go with reading.

I decided yesterday (after watching The Return of the King for the first time since I got my new big TV - let me just quickly tell you how much of a difference an approximately 36 inch screen makes compared to a 19 inch screen. It's a lot. I love it) that I would start my yearly reading of all the Harry Potter books (no, it doesn't bother me that I'm like 8 days away from my late 20's and still reading these every year, why do you ask?).

Every time I pick them up I tell myself that this time I'm going to read them very slowly to make sure I get every piece of information and just soak it up and really enjoy it. So I started The Sorcerer's Stone at about 7 last night and as of about 11 last night I think I have two chapters left. I even tried reading it out loud in some parts to see if that would slow me down. It did, but I felt like a really big freak show and decided that wasn't a habit I'd like to get in to. This is when I imagine having kids would come in handy some day. To slow down the reading process. Honestly, I don't know what my problem is. It's like my eyes are in a race to see which one can finish a page first or something. I don't know. So these are my leisure time books.

My public transportation books (so that people will think I'm deep and be too intimidated to talk to me) are classics at the moment. I'm still working on fighting my way through Emma, and I don't know why it's been so hard to read this time. Every time I read a couple of pages I set it aside and don't look at it for like a week. I'm carrying it around in my bag right now but I just can't get over the hump. After this it's Dangerous Liaisons, which I was super excited about when I read the excerpt from my online book club but now I look at it sitting in the middle of my living room floor (like the organization system?) and I just feel tired thinking about reading it. I think my brain boycotts reading serious books in the summertime.

Anyway, tomorrow is another fantastic Boston-only holiday (it's Bunker Hill Day) so I won't be at work, and I'd like to think that I'll be cleaning my apartment and doing productive things, but I'm pretty sure I'll just end up reading all day. Possibly by the beach, depending on the weather. And if I remember to buy eggs, I could finally make those cookies before all the chocolate chips are gone.