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Here's my weekend in a nutshell:  movie with the girls, Japanese food, girlie talk, cocktails, vampire book, vampire book, vampire book, SingStar, vampire book, Cary Grant movie, Cary Grant movie, Cary Grant movie, knitting.  Oh, and I did my taxes.  Man, I'm exciting.

Yes, I really did read four vampire books this weekend.  They're the Sookie Stackhouse series (if you watch True Blood on HBO you know what I'm talking about).  Sacha & Toni got me into the show, and when I found out there were books and that there was a whole SERIES, it was clear I'd have to read them.  I got the first one awhile back, and I enjoyed it.  Last week I got the 2nd and 3rd.   I then ordered the 4th, 5th, and 6th.  I read 3-6 this weekend.  This is not uncommon for me.  


My sophomore year in college I read the first Harry Potter book (I was a little behind the times, there were three out already when I started reading them).  About halfway through the first one, I was hooked.  A friend of mine complained at the time, "Jessie I hate it when you have a new book to read because you completely disappear and never want to do anything or talk to anyone."  At the time, I thought that seemed a little harsh, there are definitely worse things I could be doing than reading too much.  However, I have since been forced to concede that when I get really into a book (or a series, usually), I will pretty much do that to the exclusion of all else (all else to include cooking, cleaning, showering, etc.  It's pretty gross, actually).  You see, I HAVE to know what happens next.  It's an imperative.


Which brings me to Saturday.


I had big plans for Saturday.  I was going to get up, clean my apartment, head downtown and go to the Apple store (I got a hand-me-down iPod shuffle, so I need to buy a docking station and some headphones) and then see if I could get into some trouble with Alisa.  Possibly even buy some groceries (that's a big day for a girl without a car, trust me).  Instead, I got approximately 5 total hours of sleep Friday night because I kept waking up and it was really cold so I immediately bailed on going downtown.  Which was pretty lame, but seriously, there was no way that was happening.  Now Friday night when I arrived home, there were three new books waiting for me (I heart you and your two day shipping, Amazon Prime).  My plan for these was to have them as my train books for the next week or so (because they're light and they don't take up much room and the covers are sort of dark colors which do not draw attention).


When I woke up for good on Saturday at 9:30 (after false alarms at 4am, 6:15, etc) and realized that I was going to be pretty much useless for the entire day already, I figured I'd read a couple chapters of the 3rd vampire book and then I'd try to take a nap and maybe after that I'd feel like a normal person and rejoin the land of the living.  Fast forward to 7:00pm when my phone rings, and it's an invitation to spend the evening over at Floyd's Cove.  I had just cracked open my 4th book of the day (6th of the series), I hadn't showered, I hadn't napped, and it was pretty amazing that I'd gotten off my bottom long enough to make some tacos (though I was still reading the whole time).  I had a good couple minutes of internal debate over whether I should go to FC or just stay exactly where I was.  Then I remembered the voice from long ago accusing me of being crappy when I just want to read, so I pried myself away from the book, showered, and went to be social.  It probably shouldn't have been that hard, but my couch has a very strong gravitational pull.


And let's be honest, it's not like these books are life changing or anything.  They're just quick to read and enteratining as hell.  I ordered the 7th and 8th ones yesterday, they'll be here tomorrow.


Just so you're prepared when I have nothing interesting to say this entire week.